Remnants of the Earth
SPACE STATIONS => The Libra => Topic started by: Lion on March 07, 2017, 09:22:48 pm
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If finding Carter Huxley was anything less than a pain in the ass, Luca Aario wanted nothing to do with it. Finding hacker like Huxley on a space station like Libra was a rare opportunity to finally get out of the city. That's the way Luca saw it. The shuttle pulled into the station with no hiccups, thankfully, and while he loved Aedolis, it was always nice to take a vacation.
Luca was just well-known enough have the right people recognize him as the right one for the job. The task was simple, find Huxley, detain him, and bring him back to Aedolis. In truth, Luca didn't care what he did or why he wanted, but the price was right and his expenses would be paid in full. Routine job, that promised a sizeable increase to his bank account.
Libra was probably the last place he'd want to find himself. The man could adapt, and he'd do whatever he had to to drag Huxley out of whatever dark corner he was hiding in. The son of a bitch wouldn't even know what hit him. His last coordinates indicated some warehouse in the commercial district, possibly rooted out of some vain attempt that no one would bother looking for him there, maybe hiding as some lowly IT support chump. It wouldn't be a bad disguise, it just wasn't a good one.
“You bring him back by the weekend, and I'll send you a bonus,” his contractor blurted over the com. It was an encrypted line. Luca wasn't any hacker by any means, but he knew how to keep his business from prying eyes. The messages were scrambled and each unique code was nearly untraceable. And in the event it was traced, it would spell out nothing more than muddled garbage, making no sense.
“You ready to have that in writing?” Luca laughed. Of course, Victoria wasn't going to go back on her word if in fact he did bring his target in early. But it never hurt to tease the CEO of Nexagen Corporate. Just another faceless entity within the mesmerizing backdrop of sex and advertising. She laughed and closed the line.
Luca left his hotel room with confidence in tow. The way to the commercial district was faster by shuttle, and he found himself before the warehouse in question. Dank, depressing and as dilapidated as he imagined. Really? An abandoned warehouse, this couldn't be more cliché. Luca hid in dark, a fine beige suit, suspenders and new boots. He didn't exactly stand out as much as this building did. He was surprised it wasn't quickly repurposed yet in a locale like Libra.
He pulled off his sunglasses once, the heat read off the building from the UV application was telling. Even techies couldn't keep their hands clean forever. A cat's sinister sneer over took him as he ventured forth. It was easy to find his way inside, and he could manage a climb, even in a dusky damp stairwell that hadn't been cleaned in years. Water dripped somewhere off in the distance, a leaky pipe. Putting his sunglasses back on, Luca switched the light settings to a high contrast, making everything green as he approached the heat signals on another reader on his palm. He may have liked finer things, but he was never without his tech where it would prove useful.
He stepped quietly, climbing another flight to the third level where he found a series of over turned desks, workman's clear tarp, and panels of the ceiling that had fallen down. Old computers were collecting dust on a few of the desks. And it was there that he saw Vander Huxley, sleeping under a desk on a ripped sleeping mat. Yup, the picture matched the bastard's snake-like greasy form.
A kick to his side woke him up right quick and Huxley twitched, stirring and quickly panicking and trying to scramble for the gun that had been tucked under his pillow. Luca's foot pressed at his wrist and he tsked with his tongue. “I wouldn't do that, if I were you. I came here with the best of intentions, Huxley. I came to take you back to Aedolis. Now don't make a fuss and it will be a lot less painful for the both of us, mmkay, pumpkin?” he mumured and knelt down to pull the gun away from him. He examined the piece. “.22 caliber. Nice. Small, concealable. I'll take that as collateral. Luca tucked it into his back pants. He wasn't much of a guns person, but it could prove useful on occasion.
“H-how!? I-I left no.....fff-f-fucking trace!”
“Those really, are moot questions. Now come on, dear. We have a shuttle to catch.” Luca clapped his hands. “Up, up!”
“Do you even know why you're doing this? You don't even know who I am! Just let me go, leave me alone. I promise I'll go away and you'll never hear from me again.” Vander shuddered, trying to keep his nerves in check. Boy did he wish he bought something else too along with that gun... Except he did.... But the taser was in his backpack.
“Huxley, look, you're making my patience wear very thin, darling. I want to help you, not hurt you. I know you're a hacker, you made a neat little ICEbreaker program that has interested a lot of people. And I know that if I let you go, someone else is just going to find you.” Luca tilted his head and pulled gloves out of his coat pocket. Just in case there was a struggle. “So really, you have only now until the count of ten...nine....eight ...”
And the count of drips in the back of his head was quietly interrupted. That leaky pipe didn't let up, but when a droplet didn't hit the ground, Luca knew he was no longer alone. And he turned around swiftly to duck below a hail of rifle fire!
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Hound's sharp eyes flashed as the light hit them in just the right way before she leaned in to look through her scope after finishing setting up her rifle. She always kept her jobs simple, and to what she was best at: killing. Capture missions were definitely not her thing, and she was more than happy to get paid for putting a bullet in someone's head.
She let out a soft sigh as she paid close attention to the heat signatures in the building; there were already other people converging on the same location, it was a race to see who would get the hacker Vander Huxley first. She searched the heat signatures with her scope, squinting through it and grinning when she found a form curled up and alone in the center of the shitty warehouse, visible through the window. Bingo. She had such a good sense for these things; and just as she was about to pull the trigger another person entered the room and she hissed under breath, "Shit!"
All she could do was wait patiently for the moment that person #2's form stepped aside and she had a clear shot; but he sure was doing a good job of hovering. She had to time this perfectly otherwise she'd lose her chance; if she could do this quickly and cleanly then she would, all too happily.
Other people were closing on the scene, and the second figure whipped around; she took her shot, snarling as she realized she missed; Huxley screamed like a little girl as a bullet shattered the glass of a nearby window, the shot missing his leg by an inch.
She snarled as too many bodies started appearing at once; she sniped a few as they entered her range, and while it was satisfying to watch them flail and fall to the ground like excitable sacks of potatoes, it was now impossible to tell which of them was Huxley. Which meant she was gonna have to get her hands dirty with this one, damn. She abruptly pulled back, pulling a few triggers and switches on her rifle as it started to transform into something much smaller she could sling into a holster across her back. She grabbed her long white vest and threw it on over her black leather catsuit as she darted out the room of the neighboring building she'd set herself up in, finding the stairway and skipping steps as she busted down the door and got onto the roof.
The distance between the two buildings wasn't too far, and the warehouse's roof was slightly lower. She only took a split second to judge the distance before she backed up to the other side and got a running start, the wind whipping in her ears before she flattened them against her head and jumped. It was a good fifteen foot fall, and she landed on the metal roof with a heavy clatter as she tucked and rolled, grabbing onto the edge of the roof as she rolled backwards off of it, straightening her legs as she kicked in another glass window with her heels and used the propulsion of her fall and gravity to swing herself inside.
She landed on her feet in a crouching position, her legs singing with pain from the impacts but what did she care? She instantly stood up straight and jumped on the nearest guy who wasn't her target.
If there was one way to describe how Hound fought, it was acrobatic. Every movement was deadly and with purpose--a swift hit with the butt of one of her favorite pistols to the side of a man's skull would then turn into a twisting turn as she performed a high kick and caught another guy in the chest, shooting him at point-blank with the gun on her heel. The momentum from the movement would propel her into another spin as she jumped and shot three more guys mid-air, landing on her feet every time in a mesmerizing dance that sent the other hunters and assassins scurrying back in surprise, confusion and fear. She left no one behind of course; one managed to shoot her in the leg but it went largely ignored as she pulled another man's sword from his hands and spun it, slicing the guy who shot her and giving him a nice view of his own guts as they started spilling out onto the floor.
She mowed through them as quickly as she could, allthewhile looking around for the hacker--and there she spotted him, with some guy with blonde hair and purple eyes, and they were fucking getting away! Not easily of course--there were men already after them and she certainly wouldn't be able to get to them quick enough when she still had so many other assassins she was fighting. One clocked her in the jaw and caught her by surprise in the moment she allowed herself to be distracted by her target; he knocked her to the ground and she laughed, spitting blood from her mouth as she kicked him off and shot him, jumping back to her feet as she darted after her prey with a positively wolfish grin on her face.
Getting her hands dirty was so much more of a pain in the ass but gosh it sure was fun.
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The rifle fire struck the outer edges of a metal desk and Luca hunkered down with Huxley. Their enemies poured in by the dozens and with their sheer numbers, it was impossible to tell where they were and how to maneuver around them without exposing his head to their bullets. And Luca very much liked not having his head shot off. No, no, this wouldn't do by a long shot.
And the sounds of bullets all muddled together into one, and he only vaguely noticed the shattered glass behind Huxley and the bullet hole that was embedded into the ground. For fuck's sake. The were getting closer and when a pair approached, Luca stayed low and shoved a desk forward, knocking them back and quickly throwing his legs over the metal, ass sliding across and landing on top of them to swiftly break their necks.
He turned and took a rifle, raining bullets into a swarm of them that came through the left hallway, until the clip was empty and clicked off. One down. He snatched the other rifle, raised it to fire only to narrowly dodge bullets that burned off his hair. The fuck were these guys thinking! They were luckly they didn't hit his face!
Luca stayed low and shot those bullets down below, taking out their ankles until a leg popped off a man screamed, dropping and tending to his leg. All the while, Huxley snatched his backpack, crawling for his life to Luca's side. If there was anything that was going to save it at this time, it was this guy. He was the the only one not aiming a gun at him right now.
“They're going to the right! Cut 'em off!” someone screamed.
Five moved fast, one of them already out of rounds and reached for his knife instead. Luca filled two with what remained in the clip in hand and threw the rifle forward, slamming it into one man's face, knocking his helmet off and as it rolled to the ground, Luca snatched his body and used him as a human shield. “Go!” he cried out and Vander shuffled off, just as someone else was joining the party.
He slammed a fist into another's neck and he twisted the other's knife into his own chest after a slash across his shirt. This was his favorite fucking jacket too!
What in the actual fuck. He only stayed watching for a few seconds, pulling that knife out and taking whatever clips he found on the dead men. She killed fast that was for fucking sure. And her ass wasn't hurting anything either. Damn, it was too bad he couldn't stay longer to appreciate it. But sooner than later he dashed for the stairs off to the right side and followed Huxley.
Some of the others ignored the newcomer, instead going after their target. Luca was just collateral damage. And fuck if he wasn't making that total go higher and higher.
Luca ran down the other way, the second floor much like the third, only with slightly less blood. Swarms were coming soon, black armored and with even more guns. It was good thing Luca picked up those extra bullets. He tucked the knife into his belt and reloaded his rifle. He wasn't about to give Huxley a weapon. All he needed was for that sack of shit to stay put and wait until the way was clear.
Luca smacked Huxley hard on the neck, knocking him out and dragging the poor bastard along with the backpack he'd adjusted on his shoulders, pulling him over to a desk and dropping it over him. The metal would provide enough cover, and as their assailants came into view, it was Luca that was the first to fire.
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With her eyes on the prize, Hound was right after them as Purple Eyes and the hacker went down a flight of stairs. She was only several moments behind them, but those seconds added up and all of them counted, because there were plenty of others ahead of her, and more pouring in by the second she was sure. What a ride, how all of them found this hacker in the same place at the same time. Funny, how things worked out like that.
A man grabbed her from behind and she reached back and yanked him forward with a roaring battle cry, hurling him down the stairs and shooting him, then turning and getting a few others. The perks of having four guns was that she had to reload a lot less, which was also why it was so important to her that all of her shots were kill shots. That being said, she couldn't avoid it forever, and she darted down the stairs and jumped around a corner as she dropped the empty clips and reloaded with the fresh ones conveniently strapped to the belt on her hips for just such occasions. It only took her a matter of seconds and she was back out into the fray.
After she'd dropped the last guy in a group of five she ran to where she heard gunfire, and saw a bunch of men crowded around a doorway to a room like a bunch of pigs trying to get through the farm gate at dinner time. It was kind of amusing to watch and she admired it for a moment, as someone inside, presumably Purple Eyes, shot them as they forced their way through the door. She held up one pistol and shot the ones that remained outside, getting them in either their heads or their necks.
With the doorway cleared she approached, heels clicking formidably on the concrete; their echoes cut short by the sounds of men yelling and more gunfire in other parts of the warehouse. She wouldn't get long; she flattened herself against the wall and peaked just around the edge of the door frame, her sense of smell picking up Huxley and presumably Purple Eyes with him. Utterly annoying. There were already men running down the stairs, she didn't have time to play games with this guy like she might've wanted to.
With incredibly fast reflexes she leaned around the door frame and opened fire on where she'd seen Purple Eyes, quickly taking cover again after firing a few rounds.
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Luca figured it out. It wasn't hard. If he had found Huxley this easily, there was no doubt others followed the same trail. Or fuck, maybe they followed him. Either way this was bad, and the chances of them getting out alive were getting slimmer and slimmer. The doorway would funnel them into a killzone, but Luca only had so many bullets, and he couldn't afford to waste any of them. Spare clips were there, but far away, and he'd have expose himself to get more.
Huxley, you piece of garbage, he thought, You better be worth it.. Because ten minutes into the job and already he'd been shot at, his jacket cut with a knife, and he wasn't about to let his quarry go so easily. Luckily the man wasn't very heavy. His gaunt features and skinny arms made him easy to drag around. Even with the added weight of the pack on him.
There was a temporary pause in the gunfire as Luca crouched behind the overturned desk. His ears rung with the screech of bullet fire. Even his breathing felt loud, and already he was sweating through his shirt. “Fuck,” he cursed and turned his back to the desk when another set of bullets rang out.
But it wasn't rifle fire. Who the hell was that!? Oh it was Bouncy Bum running into the room. What the fuck did she want! If it was anything to do with Huxley, she better just drop dead right now, that was for sure. Luca looked up only briefly as more men came pouring into the second level offices.
Luca snatched Huxley by the collar, and pushed against the leg of the overturned desk, running and shoving with all the strength he could muster to make it to the next exit on the opposite end of the hallway. The metal scraped and sparked against the concrete. Adrenaline gave him all that he required to get them to the other side, although he scuffed his shoes in the process.
“Huxley is mine, bitch,” he shouted, although it seemed counterproductive in hindsight. “Get your own hacker!” And when he saw her exposed side at an angle he pulled the .22 from his belt and fired at her. Just then the others were joining the party.
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She dodged the bullet he fired at her and grit her teeth as the other hunters all came pouring in by the dozen; fuck just how much was this Huxley guy worth? It was a free-for-all up in here, what a pain in the ass!
She snarled before she laughed at Purple Eyes' comment, running after him after firing a few shots into the oncoming men, barely dodging a few bullets herself.
"Yeah, yours for now until I kill you, and then I'll kill him too!" She called back to him, right before another merc; he literally ran into her and he immediately drew his knife; she caught his wrist and bent it, grabbing onto it with her other hand and breaking his arm over his knee as he let out a scream of pain; she shot him in the nuts and then again in the gut as she went after the guy who had her target.
"Whole lotta good it's doing you dragging him around like a sack of potatoes!" She yelled around her gunfire, focused on the other guys pouring in as she realized she needed cover; well, this would either go really well or really bad. She sincerely doubted he had silver bullets in any of those guns she suspected he'd pilfered, so she took a chance and sprinted, jumping over the desk the guy was using as a shield and crouching behind it.
"What a fantastic situation you've gotten yourself in--why don't you let a real merc do this next time, huh? I can at least carry a pipsqueak hacker!" She sneered as she kept her focus on the men pouring in around them; it wouldn't do her any good if she killed this hacker here and now, she needed to get him out of here with her so she could at least bring his head back or something. If she was going to complete this mission now she wanted to do it in style, dammit, and beheading a guy was definitely stylish. And if this guy, bodyguard or whatever, decided to start shooting at her then big fucking deal--she'd stick the muzzle of her pistol in his mouth and tell him to suck it, regular bullets hurt like a bitch sure but they didn't do shit. She wasn't afraid of them, or him.
Though she had to admit upon closer inspection he was kinda good looking.
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What!? Did she just imply that he was weak and was unable to carry his target! He could stick her with a needle and have her soiling herself on the floor if he even remembered the band of pins around his wrist. Luca scowled at this beastly woman. But fuck if she couldn't fight. And right now he was running out of options. A momentary frown later and he snarled into something that looked like a smile.
Because this was the perfect time to be smiling. He just couldn't help himself then and there, admiring her cleavage and general badassery. But mostly the cleavage. The metal desk rang out behind him with bullets smacking against it and he scootched up to wave the rifle over the top and sprayed out three others that poured in from the bottom this time.
The swarm wasn't going to stop any time soon and when Luca heard and felt the last click of the last bullet fired from the gun, he launched it at another goon, knocking him down. He exposed himself for only a second as two others made their way over to the desk and pulled Luca up from the side. The remembered the knife in his belt, snatching the combat blade and sticking it once into a neck, then against into a chest, twisting and kicking the man off.
“If you're going to carry him, do it! I'll cover you!” And held the dead body of one of them, and took the rifle still in his hands, mowing down six others that crowded the entrance way. When the way was momentarily clear, Luca pulled a belt of grenades from the corpse shield and bounded after them. A stray bullet grazed him and he winced, feeling the burn.
“You fucks! This is suede!” he hissed and kept going. A quick pull from a pin and he tossed it back the way they came.
He lunged ahead of Gunmetal Heels and held onto both sides of the railing, kicking both legs up and out and hitting two of them in the chest. Luca landed with a roll and nutpunched a third that was in front, using make short work of him with the knife in hand. The man on the left recovered and came after him with his own blade, the edge of which tattered the his back. Luca screamed, falling forward and rolling in time to avoid being stabbed. Kicking in a knee, he dropped the one bearing the knife and got to his knees, turning his own blade underhand and stabbing him once in each thigh, then again in the gut.
Sweat made everything cling to him, and his wounds stung even worse. The most he could do however was to avoid getting blood in his eyes.
He snatched his felled opponent's knife and throwing it at another, square into his head.
Huxley groaned on Hound's shoulder, stirring somewhat at the feel of being carried. Well, having him out was better than having him wetting himself in fear.
Then the grenade went off from upstairs, blowing dust out and cracking the concrete behind them. “Fuck, they just don't quit do they.”
Luca pulled another grenade from the stolen belt, ripping the pin with his teeth and throwing it out to the other doorway. A few seconds, a blast, then a scream. And that's when Huxley woke up, and stuck his taser into Hound's neck, slipping from her grasp long enough to throw himself out of a first floor window.
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The moment Luca offered to cover her she didn't hesitate; scooping up Huxley, she threw him over her shoulder in a fireman's carry, surprisingly strong for so lithe a woman, and as Purple Eyes went to town on the other hunters, she focused all her efforts on making sure she didn't get shot up too bad.
"Oh get over the clothes, boy, we've got problems!" She yelled at him with a grin as she dove for some cover behind another desk while her temporary accomplice took out another throng of men; she watched for a moment, and licked her lips, canines showing as she grinned. Well, okay so maybe he wasn't completely useless. He looked good when he was in action.
She didn't let herself get distracted for long though, using Blonde Boy to her full advantage as she ran--if they could get out of this building that would just be grand, but they definitely weren't going to have an easy time of it. She heard her companion's scream but didn't bother taking the time to look over her shoulder and see how he was faring; it was kill or be killed and she definitely wasn't feeling like it was her time to test the latter today.
An explosion went off upstairs and made the floor shake; Hound did a good job keeping her balance and managing to not falter--that was, until she felt a white-hot sensation against her neck and she let out a scream, the electric shock that seized her body causing her legs to buckle as she went down on the floor, muscles numb and twitching as Huxley threw himself out of a window.
Oh. Oh fuck no.
Now she was mad.
"YOU LITTLE FUCKING SACK OF SHIT I'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE--" She started to roar, and there was just something about the savage tone in her voice, the wild fury in her eyes and the posture of her body as she forced herself to her feet that suggested she really, really meant it, and would definitely follow through on it.
But unfortunately before she could give immediate chase, another merc threw himself at her; his bullet caught her shoulder and he slammed into her. She let him take her to the floor, using the momentum to throw them into a roll as she straddled him and shoved one of her pistols in his face, firing and then focusing on the others starting to surround them. Her livid anger knew no bounds, and none of these men would be seeing any mercy from her now that that little jackass had gotten away.
The calm and collected grace of her lethal dance she'd displayed before was twisted now; she used more hand-to-hand combat than her guns, partially to conserve ammo, but mostly because she was fucking pissed. She held no hesitation in holstering her pistols and grabbing one man by the neck, forcing her hands into his mouth and literally ripping his jaw off of its hinges and tossing him like a rag doll while another came up behind her. She whipped around and delivered a swift kick to his side, shooting another man directly behind him with the gun on her heel before she jumped and did another spinning kick onto another, launching herself at a fourth and tackling him to the floor as she punched his fucking lights out, grabbed his assault rifle and shot up another good handful as they ran at her and Luca from god knows where.
Her breaths were heavy and her skin was coated in a light sheen of sweat as she lowered the gun for a brief moment in the sudden quietness of the area; she reached up with a hand and threw her hair back out of her face, throwing her head back in the movement and somehow managing to pull it off better than an over-edited hair dye commercial.
She tossed the now empty assault rifle to the floor, stepping over the bodies with a natural sway in her hips as she looked out the broken window; Huxley was nowhere in sight, but her nose would definitely be able to pick up his scent if she was fast enough.
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Luca pried off his jacket to save whatever tattered remains were left of it. Such as it was. Damn and if that wasn't his favorite one too. Obviously casual clothing was probably better suited for going around and shooting up empty warehouse buildings. As ever, Luca was dressed to kill. But he could just kiss this outfit goodbye.
Which he promptly did when he slammed his jacket onto the floor and rolled up his sleeves. He would let whatever maelstrom that gravitated toward that beastly woman to remain intact as she ripped apart an entire squadron of men. He rolled his shoulders and his neck and struck fists with the first hunter that came his way, kicking his legs out from underneath him and raising a leg to crush his heel into his neck. New boots came in hand in a time like this.
Breaking some eggs was a great way to break them in. Luca braced himself for a forthcoming tackle, and wrapped his arms around the other's neck, pulling upward and hearing a crack. He screamed and pulled it up again, throwing him off and launching the other knife into another's chest. Luca could feel the stinging wound along his back begin to throb and his shirt gave way, ripping up to the collar.
Nothing could be saved! It was hopeless.
Luca took the tattered shirt off him and instead used it as a weapon, maneuvering out of a dagger's path and wrapping the cloth around his wrists, twisting and turning the joint of his shoulder inside out with a pop. A kick to the nuts, the ribs and he was down. And Luca was on him, slamming his head hard into the ground until noodles came out.
Then it was over and he looked up to his temporary ally. That threat, and everything in her stance made it true. But damn if she didn't look fine doing it, her hair down draped back and ragged, out of her face. His fingers felt over a pin and he shifted over to her quietly before ramming his body into hers and pressing the pin into a semi-paralyzing point in her collarbone to keep her still. Or so he was betting on. Already the rage was burning in her eyes, and she made short work of that group of hunters, guns and all.
“You're not killing him!” he growled. “Huxley is worth more alive than dead. And like I said before. He's mine!”
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In the moment she had been about to haul herself out that window to go after him, she was unexpectedly interrupted by a weight suddenly against her and a sharp pain in her neck. Before she knew it she was on the ground and Sir Shirtless was now on top of her, growling about how Huxley was his.
She let out a harsh laugh.
"Well he's not either of ours, now. Little shit's long gone," She hissed, finding herself incapable of moving.
Her gaze flickered down to his hand, where he held the pin in her. So he used pressure points, well that was interesting and new. She bared her teeth at him in a fierce grin, a challenging and defiant look in her gaze.
"Dead or alive doesn't matter right now, we're both after the same thing, right?" She licked her lips, casting her gaze to the broken window before looking back at him. "Yknow what they say, two heads are better than one. If we're smart I can catch his scent and track him down, and then when we get him we can fight over who gets to keep him, sound fair and square?"
She didn't try to struggle right now, she couldn't, and although she could have easily escaped if she had changed form and made him lose the pressure point, she decided not to. He was pretty, and interesting, and it'd make both their jobs a lot easier if they didn't have to worry about trying to fight each other to the death while other hunters were out there going after their target.
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As he had her pinned, one hand was on her shoulder, holding the pin in place and the other was on her chest. And was feeling up her breast. Goddammit. Luca dragged his hand away and instead placed it beside her head. Something primal radiated off of her, and he felt it in his blood. Forcing himself to focus was harder than he thought.
Luca growled, but he wasn't an unreasonable man. The longer they argued the further Huxley would get away from them. Or worse yet be taken by those hunters as their quarry. Whatever Huxley did to make himself such a highly valued asset boggled something on Luca's mind. He wasn't that interesting of a person, and the man almost pissed his pants – or would have if Luca hadn't knocked him out.
He got off of her, pulling the pin with it and settling it back within the braid on his wrist. He snatched up his ripped jacket, throwing it over his shoulders and settling into it. “Very well, go and sniff him out. I'll follow. Then we duke it out. Those hunters don't give a shit who they kill.”
And if the managed to kill her, one less thing to worry about.
Luca jumped out the window, landing in a roll and scouring where Huxley might have gone off too. “There's a tram up that way,” he pointed down the block and around another building. “That's where I'd go if I were him. Fuck's scared shitless.”
And for good reason, he supposed.
Luca was off at a run, although part of him preferred to stay behind, letting her lead. It wasn't a bad view either.
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There was a moment where she realized he'd been groping one of her breasts, though she admittedly didn't really care all that much; he moved his hand and got off of her. As soon as the pin was out she took in a breath and felt her muscles tingle, but they were at least movable now.
She watched him carefully with those icy aqua eyes of hers; if he made a wrong move she could've killed him in an instant, as she was sure he could do the same to her. She nimbly jumped back onto her feet, baring her teeth again as he agreed to her proposal and jumped out the window. She followed suit, landing gracefully on the ground to follow after him, pausing for a moment as he explained his theory to scent the air, her lips slightly parted before she refocused on him, her tail wagging lazily as her ears stood up, attentive.
"Huxley's not a hard man to figure out, so far it looks like you're right." She said, having no problem in taking the lead, at the moment unaware of Luca's staring at her ass. There was a keyhole cut in the back of her suit for her tail to push through, and sometimes he could catch a glimpse of that porcelain pale skin underneath her suit, but nothing more interesting than that.
It wasn't often she ever paired up with anyone, let alone for a job like this with their interests were so much the same yet also still so contrasting. She glanced at him over her shoulder, smirking a little.
"If we're going to be working together it'd be helpful to know your name." She pointed out. "You can call me Hound, that's my name in the business." A name she was starting to become well known by.
Huxley's scent trail was easy to pick up; it reeked of fear, and it was the only scent around to do so here in Libra. It led them to the tram like Luca had predicted, and from there it took them on a rather short ride to a red light district. She rolled her eyes as she stepped out onto the platform, putting a hand on her hip as she looked at the people in the streets, prostitutes soliciting their services. How quaint. Reminded her a little bit of home.
"This guy's watched too many action movies." She growled as she took the stairs down from the platform; there was no need to not act like a civilized person, for now. Getting civilians wrapped up in your work was always bad business as far as she was concerned. She found it interesting he'd picked such a nearby place to hide in--he likely thought they wouldn't think to check this close by, considering he was on the run. Maybe he thought he could wait it out a few days until the coast was a little more clear, and then try running away for real.
Tsch. Yeah right, like they'd be that easy to throw off.
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Oh they were going to share names now. Didn't seem relevant, honestly since they probably weren't going to see each other again any time after this. He'd go back to his stable and luxurious apartment back in Haviah, and she'd probably go back to baying at the moon and picking fleas. Or whatever it was that she did. She mentioned being a mercenary.
At least she had one thing she was good at it, and it wasn't capturing her target. In fairness, neither had he, but he wasn't going to point that out at any rate.
"Hound... Hound. Nice," he murmured, rolling her name over on his tongue.
"Luca," he murmured, taking one last admiration of her ass before getting on the tram. He knew out of place he looked now. Bloodied and bruised, covered in dust, and with no shirt. The jacket really wasn't helping much, even as he brushed off a piece of concrete from his shoulder.
Coming down from the platform to the red light district, Luca had to say he was impressed with what he saw. It wasn't anything compared to Aedolis, but for Libra, it was a sight to see. The whores in particular were interesting, make up smeared across their face, looking lush, vibrant. Except that one on the corner, she looked like she forgot to shave...legs and face.
Luca tilted his head, pulling something cold and round out of his pocket, moving toward one of the whores and whispering something in her ear. She smirked, glancing between Hound and he then at the object in his hand. She nodded and pointed off toward an alleyway. He grinned congenially and kissed her cheek gently, as if she were a glass doll, and dropped it into her hand. He gestured for Hound to follow him, stepping into the alley where steam billowed up from exhaust pipes.
"She said she'd seen Huxley before. Or someone looking like him come this way," he muttered, looking up to the buildings above them. "That window there. By the scaffolding. The curtains are moving, seemingly freshly so. Not like there's wind here in Libra station." A grunt and he made his way up the side of the building, until he was high enough to reach the fire escape and made his way up toward the window, slipping inside when he was level with it.
-
While Luca was impressed by the girls on the street, Hound didn't bat an eyelash at any of them. She came from Teinar, a place where women were congratulated with pats on the back for sleeping with outsiders and getting knocked up, which she found fairly disgusting. At least these women were doing it for themselves rather than 'the good of their people.' Ugh.
She raised her eyebrows when Shirtless, er, Luca, eagerly took the chance to sidle up to a hooker and give her some coin to tell him information Hound could have told him for free. She rolled her eyes when he wasn't looking, but said nothing--if he wanted to fritter away his money on the girls on these streets then that was his business, not hers.
At least it seemed like the woman wasn't lying; she could smell Huxley's scent the entire way as they reached the building he'd chosen to hide in, some cheap motel, by the looks and smell of it. They always smelled the same. Luca wasted no time in hauling his ass up the fire escape, and that was all fine and dandy--she took note of where the window was and went around to the front of the building, letting herself in and finding her way up to the same floor, to cover the front door to the room. It was locked, but that wouldn't be a problem, because as she leaned against the frame, the door was swung open by a certain horrified hacker Huxley who then literally ran into her--trapped now between the two mercenaries in his own room.
She delivered a swift knee to his crotch and then kicked him back into the room, following after him and shutting and locking the door behind herself, licking her lips with a wicked smile on her face.
"Well hey there Huxley you slimy little shit, I think you owe me for tasering me earlier. And here I was just trying to help you." She said, feigning hurt as she rested a hand on her sternum, throwing a glance at Luca over Huxley's shoulder. "You're in for a world of hurt now, little boy."
A sliver of the anger she'd expressed earlier was starting to creep back into her voice, it was a threatening tone in there as she growled her words at him, and it usually either had the effect of intimidating people in the same way as an aggressive dog about to bite your hand off, or for some it was a turn on. Or a mix of both. She didn't care which, so long as she got a chance to make Huxley pay, and that was very clear in the look in her eyes and the tenseness of her muscles as she took a threatening step towards him.
-
Luca didn’t tell his new accomplice that what he’d given the whore was a small ball of a drug called Rockitt, but that was neither here nor there. Better she have fun with it than he did. After the trouble in the warehouse, there were likely to be Libran patrol swarming the location, and asking anyone nearby if they’d seen anything.
He noted that Hound did not follow him. Which was just fine. She could cover the door and as he slipped into the bedroom window, he caught a glance at Huxley trying to stuff things into his backpack. When the skinny hacker saw him, the smaller man yelped and he flew for the door. Luca was on him faster than flies on shit. And although he bolted, he turned abruptly to head for the front door. He still had his taser with him and there wasn’t any way he was going to let himself get stung with that.
“It’s no use, Hux! You’ve got nowhere to run!” Luca hissed, darting after him. He was about to grab a small end table and fling it at him, when the door opened and there was Hound, kneeing him hard in the nuts. Oh good.
Huxley tumbled to the ground, and Luca cracked his knuckles. Saved him the effort that was good, as the skinny punk rolled on the ground, holding his nuts, and only partly scrambling for the taser in his backpack. Luca kicked it away and looked up to Hound noting the tone in her voice. The timbre of it sent a shiver down his spine, and felt his pants grow hard and made what were already fitted trousers, even tighter. Funny. Threats of violence didn’t normally turn him on. But he needed Huxley alive, and she was very intent on making him very dead.
He swooped in between them. “Oh no you don’t. The swift knee to the nuts was good enough. He’s down and he’s not going anywhere except back to Aedolis,” he muttered. “So cool your jets, Sugartits.”
-
When Luca got in her face like that she bared her teeth at him in a feral snarl. Of course, he wouldn't just let he beat the little guy senseless here. She stared at him defiantly, a white-hot rage boiling under the surface of her eyes. Her only response was to pull one of the belts she wore on her white vest from its loops, giving it a threatening crack as she looked at Huxley and stepped around Luca to face him.
With frighteningly fast movements she grabbed the hacker by his hair and twisted, forcing him to roll on his stomach as she slammed her high heeled boot into his back, grabbing his wrists and wrenching them painfully tight behind his back as she used the belt as a restraint to keep them cinched together. The way she did so with speed and precision suggested she had done this many times before, but in those cases she usually wasn't about to kill the man she was tying up--no, usually they were FAR luckier than Huxley right now.
Grabbing him by the wrists she pulled him up to his feet, staring at Luca with that same bloodlust in her eyes, barely held back.
"Fine, I have a proposal. We take him back to Aedolis and once you've dropped him off and been paid and your job is over, then I cut his head off." She made the offer because she was feeling generous, and perhaps because she was a little intrigued with Luca and wanted go see how long he'd play along. "Then we both get our money and everybody wins, hm?"
She happened to glance down and noticed the tightness in Luca's pants, eyebrows raising a bit as her gaze flickered back up to his, that energy built up from her anger still fighting inside of her to escape somehow.
-
Only Huxley winced at the crack of that belt. Luca was only rarely shaken, and even more rarely stirred. Eying the belt sent a vague shiver down his leg and he felt his body twitch at the thought of it. He wasn’t unaccustomed to roughhousing of the sensual kind. Still, there was a job to finish, and leaving Libra quickly and quietly was much preferred to sticking around and making himself stand out even more than he was.
Still, that grin played on his lips, that primal sensation radiating off of Hound the way mist radiated off of dry ice and billowed out all around her. For Huxley sensed it too, and for him he was just trying to keep his bladder in check, and keep her from snapping his neck. The belt was secure around his wrist and he whimpered. Luca sucked air in through his teeth. For a second thought he might have actually been jealous of the skinny gnat of a hacker.
Luca stuck his hands into his pocket, casually striding over to Huxley’s backpack and opening it for a second, finding the taser, a wristdeck and a laptop along with various cords and phones. He zipped it back up abruptly and shrugged the thing over his shoulders securing it and making a scowl at the smell. Huxley needed a shower all right. Even if that was the least of his worries.
“If you keep your word, I’ll keep mine,” Luca murmured and reached across to hold his hand out to Hound, shaking it firmly, maybe even strongly to see if she’d buckle. “In the meantime we go back to my hotel, hideout. And you, Mr. Huxley, darling, are going to answer some questions. You’ve gotten lucky enough today.” He winked at him, then at her and moved to the hacker’s other side, taking his other arm and pulling back along down to the street’s level.
They took the tram back, further up to a luxury district, and up to Luca’s hotel room. It wasn’t all that posh as he was used to, but it would do, and the room service was satisfactory. He shoved Huxley through the door. “Make yourself at home, friend. You hungry? Need something to drink? Oh, and Hound, you’re good with a needle and thread right?”
Because his back was stinging something awful, and his jacket was already bloodsoaked. His hardness wouldn’t go away, but he could ignore it for the moment. Luca moved back into his room, setting his jacket aside and pulling out a med kit. It had the right equipment for extraction. He went back to Hound, directing her to an ottoman in the center of the room and sat in the chair behind her. “Sit still,” he directed. And stuck tweezers in her without so much as a warning.
-
Hound glanced down at his hand, arching an eyebrow before she reached out and shook his hand in a grip as strong as iron. Luca could ask Huxley all the questions he wanted, so long as she got the hacker's severed head in the end, she'd be happy as a clam.
They were an odd sight, the three of them. It was amazing they weren't caught by a patrol as civilians backed as far away from them as their awkward shuffling on the little tram cars could allow: Luca, dirty, dusty, shirtless, with the back of his jacket covered in blood; Huxley, having gone without a shower for several days, each arm in the strong vice-like grips of each mercenary, visibly petrified; and Hound, a tall woman with guns strapped to her heels and very obvious bullets lodged in her in various places, standing there as stoic and straight-faced as ever, giving a hard stare to anyone who dared look at them too long, making the civilians flinch and look away, terrified to speak.
The sight of the other assassin's hotel room was a welcome one, and as she stepped through the door she shouldered Huxley a good one, making him lose his balance and fall on his fucking face which made her snort with laughter.
"Yeh sure, needles and thread. Got it. Good enough." She said with a wave of her hand over her shoulder, before Luca suddenly told her to sit, even going so far as to guide her to the ottoman himself, and she did so more out of confusion than anything. It was when he told her to sit still and stuck some tweezers in her that she realized what she'd forgotten--the bullets. She had bullets still in her.
He got absolutely no response as he started to pull one out of her shoulder, but he'd find he wouldn't have to work that hard at it. All it took was a little focus as she clenched her fists a little, and the bullets were pushed out of her skin by some unseen force, her body already healing and repairing the holes after they dropped to the floor, still covered in her blood.
She threw Luca a look over her shoulder, the same wildness that surrounded her being like a cloak shining in her eyes. It was like he was sitting there gazing at a feral wolf.
"Thanks, but that's not necessary." She got up, dusting a bit of dirt that had clung to her suit off as she looked down at Luca, nodding for him to take her spot on the ottoman instead.
She found the med kit and pulled it open, digging through it and finding the needle and thread; she disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, the sound of the water running being very brief before she came back out with a damp rag and sat down behind Luca. She wiped as much of the dirt and crusty blood off of him as possible before she threaded the needle and got back to work stitching him up. She'd had to sew herself up plenty of times after fights that were too nasty for her to immediately walk off, so she'd had a fair amount of practice doing this sort of thing, sometimes one handed, so it didn't take her very long at all to pull the wound closed, tie off the thread and snip it, having remained silent the entire time while she focused.
She stood up then, packing everything back into the med kit and closing it, tossing the rag into the wastebasket and stretching her arms up over her head, back arching gracefully for a moment as she let herself relax a little. She glanced over at Huxley, still fighting the urge to beat him black and blue, but she figured that could wait for later, and instead set herself busy with other things, like pulling her phone out from a zipped up pocket on her side, calling her own hotel and arranging to have her things delivered within the hour. She usually traveled extremely light, as she really didn't own a whole lot of personal possessions outside of her guns and clothes, so that was all that was being brought over--clothes. She shrugged out of her vest, tossing it into a chair and unzipped her catsuit to where the zipper stopped just below her naval. She wanted to strip naked but figured that perhaps right now wasn't the time; Shirtless over there already had a problem in his pants to deal with.
-
Luca wasn’t adverse to causing pain. In fact, he was curious to where and how she’d been shot, and why it didn’t seem to bother her. It became clear it was the result of her primal condition. The tail, the ears, the stern demeanor, the way she threatened to tear Huxley’s head to clean off. That lack of remorse was telling. Respect, even just an ounce of it, was worth more than pretense.
And Luca found there wasn’t any point in pretending around this woman. She didn’t seem to have patience for bullshit, which was just fine. Neither did he. Picking up the bullets, he collected them and set them aside on the table and took her place on the ottoman while she returned and cleaned up his back.
He made a soft grunt when the needle pierced him but there wasn’t anything else that came out of him as she finished her work. Her hands were deft, and callouses left goosebumps on his skin. Luca could appreciate the workmanship, and stood up when she began to undress. Purple eyes watched her from the corner of his vision, trying not to make it obvious he was staring.
But he was staring. And it was getting harder to ignore the hard on in his pants. Still, he chuckled and moved over to Huxley, dragging the poor man off toward the bedroom. He had some cuffs handy in his luggage, just for moments like this, and he pulled him over toward a post at the foot of the bed. The bed itself was secured to the flooring but with plenty of room underneath for storage or a body… He strapped him to the base however and cuffed the belt around his wrists to the foot of the bed.
“What are you doing!? I-I gotta pee!”
“Yeah? I’ve heard that one before,” he mumbled. “Just be quiet and you’ll be taken care of.”
“Listen! You look like a reasonable guy! C’mon, have a heart!”
“Shut the fuck up,” he replied calmly again, securing his feet.
“Oh, don’t do this-“
And a rag was promptly shoved into his mouth and taped over. Luca sighed and kicked him hard in his belly before moving back into the sitting room. “I’m going to take a shower. Make yourself comfortable.” Even if she already was. Phew, no need for her to hide anything here. Luca looked her over, lingering on the curvature of her breasts and belly, the exposed flesh between the unzipped sides of her catsuit, and he felt his belly warm again.
“Or you could join me instead,” he offered, looking her over and flashing a grin at her. Or she could just do whatever she wanted. She didn't look like she was in the mood anyway.
So he cleared his throat and moving toward the bathroom. Good gods, she was something else. Sure sure, he could find something just as good on Aedolis. He had some good lays. There was one girl. Violet, he thought as he stepped into the shower and ran the hot water down on him. Soap and suds followed, but he couldn’t help himself, and stroked his dick firmly in hand. Damn, she had a mouth like lava. Except without the flesh-melting part. He fit his girth within a frim grip, squeezing and running his turgid cock from base to tip, leaning forward in the shower.
He needed a release after a day like today, and he released a groan, rolling his thumb over the tip, starting back to the base.
-
Hound was perfectly well aware of the other mercenary staring at her, and at the moment she decided she was going to play hard to get, so his looks went ignored. She'd have been lying though, if she said she wasn't interested. Or that she didn't like the distressed comments coming from Huxley as he was bound and gagged. Mm. She licked her lips, gods she really loved torturing boys. It was so much fun--and this time she wasn't even the one doing it.
Luca came back out and announced his intention to shower, offering her to join him, to which her only response was to stare at him before she turned to get the tv remote, feigning disinterest. He awkwardly cleared his throat and went into the bathroom, and she smirked to herself, dropping the remote on the couch as she set to undressing. It was one thing she liked about one-piece catsuits like this, they were pretty easy to take off when they weren't made of latex. She loved latex, don't get her wrong, but it took forever to get in and out of. You weren't supposed to try and get out of it in a hurry.
Once she was stripped down to her black boy shorts with corset lacing up the back and matching bra with decorative straps that arched over her breasts and the sides of her rib cage, and she heard Luca's moans in the bathroom, she decided now would be a perfect time to come and get familiar. So she snuck into the bathroom, completely silent as she perched up on the bathroom sink, crossing her legs at the knees and waiting ever so patiently for him to finish. She deeply enjoyed the sounds he made, wondering if his hard-on was from the fight itself, or if she had something to do with it. Either option was completely fine with her--it was one of the many reasons she enjoyed being a woman, because it meant she could get off on violence and fights and not have awkward boners on display all the time. It made her seem a lot more professional than she actually was.
When Luca finally finished both his personal time and the shower, and finally pulled back the curtain, he'd see her sitting there on the edge of the sink, a sultry smirk on her face as she watched him with those piercing eyes of hers and asked,
"Had fun, big guy?~"
-
He didn’t even hear the door open as he continued to work his member in hand, shuddering and breath hitching and feeling himself on the verge of coming. He wasn’t usually a quick spitter, and rushing the act was a dishonor to the very art of it. That came with sex and with killing. With his life no longer in danger, he took his time to admire his handiwork until his hardness was relieved and his load was down the drain.
And when he turned the water off, the steam obscuring his view as he parted the curtain and there she was. Just staring at him. And he frowned.
Having fun? Did she just ask him that?
By the sound of that question, the lilt of her voice tingling his ears and making his skin goosebump again. He didn’t have any shame. His cock hung heavily and he made no move to cover himself up. Why should he? She didn’t seem to mind. The corners of his mouth tilted into a wry smirk. “You were sitting there the whole time. Enjoy what you heard?” he murmured, smirking at her and cleaning himself off slowly.
He had a few scars on his body, and he wasn’t ashamed over them. The towels hanging on the side of the shower scraped off excess water, and he made a slow show of it, stroking his hips, chest and shoulders until every droplet was absorbed into the towel. “Change your mind? I could get clean again, after getting dirty. There’s plenty of soap to go around.”
He smirked and leaned beside her. “Well, it’s all yours, unless you want some company,” Luca breathed, letting one hand brush against her leg.
-
She didn't bother hiding the fact that her gaze slid down his body to admire him just as he didn't bother to hide his manhood. They were both adults here, and they had no reason to hide anything like that from each other--if they did, then they were most certainly in the wrong business.
She tilted her head a little bit, licking one of her canines, they were rather dog-like, the tips just in sight when she parted her lips as she did now. She had a matching set on her set of lower teeth, as well.
"I did," She admitted, before giving him a wicked grin. "You make wonderful noises."
It made her want to grab him by that pretty strawberry blonde hair and fuck him into a mattress. With a strap-on. She liked being dominate, after all. Unfortunately, any toys she brought with her (after all, she was a very sexual person, so she never knew when they might be needed) were in the single duffel bag she had brought with her on this trip. So that wouldn't be an option tonight--such a bummer. He had such a nice ass for plowing, too.
Unlike Luca, whose body was riddled all over with scars, Hound was the exact opposite--her skin was so pale she might've even glowed under a blacklight, and she was completely barren of any scars or marks at all. Her body usually healed too fast for anything to stay longer than two weeks at most, but she also never usually got very seriously wounded. The only scar she did have was a thin slash that ran across her chest, the skin there having completely lost all color, the only indication that she wasn't actually purely white to begin with. If anyone could figure out what she was, then they would know what would have made a permanent scar like that.
She watched the droplets of water running over his muscles before they were caught in the fluffiness of the hotel towels, finding herself resisting the urge to growl as he asked if she had changed her mind; offered her company as he touched her leg.
"Such a lonely man, you are." She cooed as she let her leg brush against his hip, too bad he was beside her, she couldn't grab him and pull him in between her legs. His loss.
She hopped down from the sink, letting their skin touch as she moved to let him leave the room, sweeping her hair up and pulling it to the front as she stretched again, looking at him over her shoulder. "Depends on how bad you want it. I could always use some help getting the clasps undone on this bra though, if you don't mind."
It was a simple offer, a hint that if he took it she might just let him do more--key word, might. With someone as wild as her, it was really hard to tell just how much she might let anyone tame her for a night, if at all.
-
An image of her bent over that sink vaguely flashed before his mind, hips firmly glued to hips and making her churn in rutting that would make her see her brains and have her eyeballs swivel back full-circle again. Luca's heart was beating in his ear. And even with his hard on taken care of, such thoughts made it hard to ignore the heat flooding his belly again.
He grinned, watching her, studious, noting her posturing. She wasn't going to make this easy, clearly. For a minute he wished he were a Pilot and could just tear those undergarments right off of her. Already she was overdressed for the occasion.
“I don't mind at all. Why should you do all the work?” he muttered and maneuvered around her. And his hands moved deftly to pry the clasps off her bra and brush them off her milky pale skin. He shoved it to the floor and leaned in against her, his hands on her hips and seemed as if he were going to push her panties down.
“Relax. Take a load off,” he murmured, blowing hot breath against her ear and pressing his hand against her hip, slipping his hand into her underwear, pushing them off with the other and rolling fingers over her clit. “You're so tense.” And eased the rest of that meager clothing to the floor, his hand pressing further against her heat, fingers slipping inside her.
Might or not, he wanted it.
-
He took her up on her offer, a smart man, and she felt his warm fingertips brushing against her skin as he unhooked the clasps and helped her slide it off, bra dropping to the floor as he leaned against her from behind, hand on her hip, slipping lower as he pushed her panties to the floor. As he helped himself, pressing fingers into her and finding her already wet--she hadn't been kidding when she said she enjoyed the noises he made, though the fight from earlier certainly helped as well--and she reached up, letting her fingertips smooth over his jawline and move up behind his ear, tangling his hair around her long fingers and giving it a testing tug.
Her other hand reached back and swept her tail to the side as she smirked and curved her back, angling herself to grind her ass against him, her hips shifting and swaying in a way that would've been mesmerizing to see if he could've taken a step back and looked, but the feeling was probably more than enough for now. She let her head fall back, exposing her pale neck as her breath hitched and she grinned at him.
"And can you just imagine how it'll feel when I tighten around you?~" There was a lilt in her voice that made her words come out in a mix between a whisper and a soft moan against his ear as she tugged his head a little closer, letting her free hand move back to squeeze his hip and pull him tighter against her, a soft growl bubbling up in her throat.
Then her hand slid up, finding his on her hip and holding onto it with a surprisingly gentle touch as she guided it up her body to her breasts as she threw him a look from under her long eyelashes, a dangerous glint in those eyes of hers.
"If you're gonna try and take me then you better make sure you do it right, big guy. You have to suppress a mad dog good if you're gonna keep her from biting your hand off."
-
“Don't be a hound dog, crying all the time,” he panted against her ear, and his belly shuddered with a fresh flush of heat. His cocked ached again and rose up against her ass as she ground against him. He moaned, loudly, pressing his dick between her thighs, sliding against her wetness from behind.
The tug on his hair made him growl against her neck and he bit against her flesh, teeth not quite as sharp as hers but marking up regardless. He could always make her bleed later if she wanted. Not that it would make a mark on her. He sucked hard on her neck, letting his fingers slip deeper inside of her, thumb rolling over her clit. Luca didn't want to be gentle, and he tested the force she responded to, gripping her breast firmly, playing with her nipples and wrapping powerful arms around her frame.
Body to body, he continued to grind against her until the heat was too much to resist. But even as his member swelled, now slick with her body, he didn't penetrate. Not yet. “You're not gonna bite my hand off. Not when it's in deep,” he whispered and bit down on her shoulder again.
He turned her around, and took her breast between his lips, tongue lapping at the points of them, taking in the fevered taste of her sweat and bodyheat. There was that angered primal sensation she gave off again, like she really meant it. Oh, he had no doubt she would if he didn't mean what he said. And it was too early to give in just yet.
Hands slipped around her hips and he pushed her to the sink, coaxing her to sit as he trailed his lips down to her belly, biting and nipping in soft hungered growls. There was a heat to be found. And his tongue wasted no time in tasting it, flicking at her clit as purple eyes flashed upward at her as he knelt and gauged her expression, testing another flick of his tongue, and leaving another welt on her thigh that resembled the color of his eyes as his fingers slipped into her folds again.
-
When he retorted with that stupid reference Hound paused for a brief moment, the comment snapping her out of it; her first instinct was to turn and sink her teeth into his ear, and not in a sexy way. Really? Really??
Thankfully he made a quick recovery; the feeling of his teeth in her neck made her relax again, almost melting against him as she let out a mixture of a moan and a growl, feverishly grinding back against him as he left marks on her and took her deeper with his fingers. As he tested, toyed and teased her he might notice that she reacted best to aggression--fast movements, exercise of power and control over her, the incentive of pain to keep her in line, those were all things she loved that made her whimper for him. When she let anyone fuck her, man, woman, didn't matter--they had to do it with absolute confidence. She got aggressive during sex, they had to have the confidence and power to put her back in her place so she'd let them continue. It was just the way she worked.
She moaned when he thrusted his fingers inside of her harder, grit her teeth and failed to hold back needy whines when he roughly groped her and possessively squeezed her breasts, sinking his teeth into her skin, making her gasp.
He pushed her back against the sink and she got up on it, her curiosity pulling her a little bit out of it again as he bit his way down her torso to the most sensitive part of her body; he didn't get as much of a response as he licked her as he did when he bit her inner thigh, making her bury a hand in his hair and tighten it, pulling his hair as she let out a heated breath while he fingered her, her other hand bracing herself on the edge of the sink for balance as she tried moving her hips into his thrusts, desperate for more, for him to plow her into the wall, the floor, the bed, all of the above, she didn't care--this just wasn't enough. And as she looked down at him, a soft warning growl bubbling up in her chest, the dangerous glint in her eyes was all he got for a warning; it was the same look a dog got when it was furious, right before it launched itself at you, teeth bared, jaws parted to snap down on whatever part of you was stupid enough to stay within range.
She gave a sharp pull of his hair, other hand reaching to grab under his jaw as she pulled him up and threw her arms around his neck, sliding a leg around his waist all in the same movement as she suddenly pulled him flush against her and sank her teeth into his neck. She was just a hair's worth of pressure shy of breaking his skin; this was just a warning bite and it was the only one he'd be getting. The next she'd be sure to draw blood if it came to it--she didn't want submission from him, she wanted dominance, for him to give it his all and try to destroy her.
Key word being: try.
-
Not getting the response he'd hoped for was somewhat disappointing, but the frustrated growls and moreso the telling bites were enough to make him cease. And mostly because she pulled him away from her heat to give him those bites. Luca already was dizzy with heat and his own body ached for her. So he turned that bite into a growl of his own, kissing her with irritation and grasping his cock with a firm hand, pressing it to her entrance and thrusting deep within.
If she didn't want to play nice, neither was he, and he plucked hard on her lower lip, keeping his kisses wet and hungered, holding her firm and plowing deeper and deeper. His face pulled away to watch his motions, keeping steady and focused, one hand on her shoulder and he the other running nails down along her side.
Her skin bothered him frankly. It was too white, too perfect, and even after being healed, needed the red of his nails. Luca moaned from deep in his throat, cock sliding in hard and deep, until he was hilted time and again, hiking her legs up and tighter around him. His purple eyes flickered to her face and watched her eyes for a moment, eyes locked, staring her down with a growing sense of annoyance.
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Finally, she got what she wanted--he growled into their sudden kiss; she initially fought with him, waging war with his tongue, but when he suddenly entered her she gasped and let out a loud moan, lips parted as she let him in, the feeling of him suddenly hitting her so hard and deeper with every thrust would make her head spin if he kept going like that.
Like a good dog she just about melted into him, suddenly becoming much more complacent as he dug his fingernails into her, breaking their kiss to watch his motions, watching her take every inch of his hard length with wanton and beautiful sounds finding their way out of her mouth with his strong thrusts, her breath hitching, every pant burning with heat and need.
As he adjusted her legs she obeyed, holding onto him tight, arms still around his neck as she dug her fingertips into his skin, meeting his intense gaze, her own aqua eyes swimming in a feverish haze, clouded by lust as she suddenly smirked and did exactly what she'd said she'd do earlier. With every thrust feeling more amazing than the last, every muscle in her body started tensing as she squeezed down around him, letting her head fall back as she bared her neck for him; she recognized that look in his eyes and she gave him her full permission to do whatever he wanted to her. He could scratch her, bite her, make her bleed, she didn't care. She loved it, loved the pain, the thrill, the danger. And the tighter she squeezed around him, the harder he'd have to thrust to fit himself in up to the hilt, because she was definitely as strong as she was hot. She felt like she was burning up for him, and any other thoughts that weren't related to riding him for the rest of the night went out the window as her fingernails dug into his skin and clawed up his back, leaving red rakish scars across his shoulders.
"F-Fuck, Luca-~" She barely managed to speak, her voice in a higher pitch, a bit strained for breath as he fucked her so deep she could almost see stars. It was interesting, how the feeling around her changed with her moods and thoughts; just moments before she'd been ready to go for his throat. Now, as every second ticked by she opened herself more and more to him, and it was such a warm, inviting and intoxicating feeling. He was winning the little fight between them as she let him take control of her, almost as if she was overjoyed with the mere notion of it, let alone him actually screwing her senseless.
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It seemed they had come to something of an understanding, however meager as it was. To say she liked it rough really was just the icing on the cake of meaty goodness that Luca was beginning to understand. He wasn't a complete idiot, most of the time anyway, and when she tried to make it harder for him to thrust deep inside, he growled in frustration.
She knew what she was doing, knew the buttons she was pressing to get him to react the way she wanted to, much in the way his tongue had only made her irritated rather than stilled in heat. A turn of his hips later and he tried to find a new angle to slip inside of her, each new thrust growing tighter as he brought his whole body into the act.
Ever muscle tensed and shuddered and soon his hand joined his cock in drilling into her with every inch, in an effort to ply her entry and keep it steady. And on top of that the welts on his throat were starting to sting.
He could only return the favor, nipping at her neck, biting her as she did him and feeling for her pulse as that primal essence about her seeped into him. He just wanted to knock her into his headboard. And even with Huxley in the room, deep in mind, he really didn't give a shit. The little bastard had better be worth the trouble after all.
That thought only irritated him further, and he sucked hard on her collarbone, pressing his mouth to her breast and taking teeth to her nipple. “What an annoying fuck,” he hissed. “Little pissant better be worth this trip.” His voice deep and in warning, even as he bit and ground against her.
Amidst each deep penetration, he could feel himself getting closer. “You close yet?” he panted practically shoving his whole hand inside her. “Tell me you're close. Tell me you're gonna come. But don't lie. I hate liars.”
-
His growls, his frustration, his desperate need to keep thrusting into her with everything he had was adorable in a way to her as much as it was a turn-on. He was learning he could manhandle her and it would only make things better for the both of them if he did so; he angled his hips differently and added his fingers to the mix and suddenly her cries grew louder and more intense, her heart beating faster as she moved her hips with him the best she could in their position, every one of his moans making her ears ring in the best of ways.
He bit down on her nipple and she yelped, followed by her body reacting on instinct and obeying him, relaxing a little bit and letting him in easier so she wouldn't be reprimanded again; it was glorious.
He started talking though and it was a mild distraction; she grabbed his head with her hand and pulled his head up, capturing his lips in a kiss as she angled her hips so he hit her most sensitive spot, barely able to contain her scream to a mangled moan in his mouth as she wrapped her arms around him and held him tight, body shaking as she lost her breath and dug her nails so hard into him she left welts that bled at the back of his neck and shoulders while she reached her peak.
After several moments of being unable to breathe because of how her whole body tensed, she finally relaxed and was barely able to hold herself up with a shaking arm as she let go of him once he'd come as well. She bared her teeth at him, her breaths coming in hard pants as she raised her eyebrows at him. "That... Answer your question?" She wheezed, before glancing out of the bathroom in the general direction of the bed, and then back to him, grinning.
"You think too much; I don't give a damn if he's in there or not, I'm not fucking done with you yet." She growled, leaning forward to press kisses to the marks she left on him, letting her hands wander around his body, feeling the dampness from the sweat and steam of his shower, feeling his heartbeat and every hard breath.
Their little adventure together had been good but there was potential there for him to do an even better job next time; at least he'd managed to screw her hard enough most of the aggression from earlier had left her, even if she wanted to go for round two, which she definitely did. He'd have an easier time with her, if he wanted to try again, that was for sure.
She smirked at him, leaning in close enough their lips almost brushed as she spoke, a bit of that defiance and daring still shining in her eyes. "I wonder if big bad Luca is all spent, or if he's not done putting an unruly bitch in her place, hm?" She teased.
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He hadn't come that hard even in the shower. There was a massive difference between having his hand gripped around his thick member than an actual body gloving him like a second skin. For the time being, he hadn't considered pulling out and only wanted her to feel the full hot heat of his body. Luca panted hard against her, body temporarily numb to the edge of pained welts and the bruises that would be there in the morning.
Her essence was intoxicating and the sweet smell of her heat made him hungry for more. Hearing her moans, her whimpers, made his blood run hot, and her words were lost on his ears. The only thing audible being his heartbeat. Forehead to forehead, he managed to find his breath somewhere in the madness of it all.
Something about her brought fury inside him. He normally cool as a cucumber, her bites and resistance only made him want it more, to bend her, twist her into compliance. Oh, she definitely could tear him apart if she wanted to. He'd seen it, the blood she shed in that warehouse was incomparable to anyone else he'd seen. And that blood that had been all over his suit jacket. The suit jacket she told him to get over.
Really, as if suede was that easy to just get over. Like it was a ball rash, that went away after some antibiotics. The two didn't even compare!
Luca glared up at her at her challenge. “I'm not scared of any big bad wolf, if that's what you're asking,” he muttered, kissing her roughly, pulling away with a sharp bite to her lip. Luca pried her down from the sink, and carried her over his shoulder to the bedroom, where Huxley yelped at the sight of the pair and the state they were in.
Huxley couldn't say anything with the ran in his mouth, and he only curled up into a tighter ball, trying to keep himself out of their attention. Frankly Luca wanted to kick him, but he had a bigger matter on his hands.
Slamming Hound on the bed, Luca slid up over her and sat closer to her chest. “There's just one problem. I took a shower. I was all squeaky clean. Then you strutted in there with your bra and panties and got me all worked up. I think you owe me a spit shine, darling. Thorough polish.” And gripped the base of his cock, still slick with their cum and he brought it up to her neck, then her lips, one hand over her head, back curled so that that he hunched over her, shoulders wide and powerful, overshadowing her in the dimness of the room.
-
He wasn't afraid of her, huh? In the back of her mind the wolf inside of her started raising its fur again in defense, because she should make him be afraid of her, but before she could come up with some dangerous retort he was kissing her again, rough and demanding and it made her instantly melt back into submission for the time being.
Luca picked her up and hoisted her over his shoulder, which caught her by surprise as she let out a tiny yelp, because of said surprise more than anything else. She briefly glanced at Huxley on the floor, who shrunk away from her and made her smirk before she was thrown dramatically onto the bed.
She shook her head a little, moving the stray hairs from her face as Luca got on the bed with her, and the sight of that determined, aggressive look on her face as he prowled up the mattress toward her made her body suddenly flare up again with heat, an ache settling in the pit of her gut. She was already on her back, showing her belly and displaying her everything for him, all else she could have done was made null and void when Luca revealed he had other plans as he loomed over her, blocking the light overhead and demanding she compensate him for the mess she made him.
It was as infuriating and humiliating as it was a turn on for those exact same reasons.
As his still-wet cock was pushed against her lips she growled at first, ears flattening against her head before she hesitantly parted her lips, her breath warm against his tip before she opened her mouth wider and let him in. One thing she was definitely not used to was giving head--she'd slept around quite a bit in her time as an adult, and it was a very, very rare thing that anyone had the confidence to screw her into submission, much less demand she blow them immediately afterwards. In fact, she might say it'd never happened before at all. So, when it came to the art of blowjobs she unfortunately wasn't the most skilled simply due to lack of practice, but as she took him in she forced herself to relax and kept that gag reflex at bay, laving her tongue along the length of his member, tasting herself mixed with the salty taste of his come on him, the scent overpowering and almost making her feel a little lightheaded.
As she obediently bobbed her head on his cock, taking him in until eventually his tip was close to hitting the back of her throat, she reached up with an experimental hand to touch and gently fondle his balls, while she started getting bold with his length by sucking on it nice and hard, applying pressure with her tongue as she traced his veins. She tried lightly scraping her more human teeth along his skin, testing different things to see what he liked best as she did her best to be a good girl and please him. The very act of doing so was only making the mess between her legs that much worse as she got an idea and hummed against him, the vibrations no doubt easy for him to feel in the warmth and wetness of her mouth.
-
Luca pursed his lips to watch her intently as she cleaned him off. He didn't really think she was going to do it. Not that she didn't have the guts, but mainly because he expected a primal response of a cornered animal, to be thrown off of her and suddenly have the tables be turned. Breath hitched, and already he could feel the blood coming back into his appendage.
Luca just let her experiment, explore his form, enjoying every lap of her tongue and suction on him. Fingers dug into the bedsheets, and he fisted it as he continued to watch her suck him off, the faint popping sounds eliciting moans from deep within his throat. “Fucking hell,” he muttered, hissing and his belly growing warm again, body shuddering.
He didn't speak any more, not wanting to interrupt her cadence now that things were less tentative. He winced at the scrapings but just let himself enjoy it further, moaning softly and nudging his hips to push his cock deeper into her mouth. Her hands on his balls sent chills and he could have come again then and there. Gods, she was a fast learner.
Every suck had him trembling, each pop and salivation became music to his ears, and his other hand went from the base to her head, giving her an encouraging push here and there, fingers grasping her hair the deeper he moaned. Soon she had him panting. When she hummed, he hissed and bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. Removing a hand from her hair, he instead reached down to grip her breast, massaging it firmly, rolling his thumb over her nipple. “Keep humming,” he choked out. “F-fuck...don't you dare fucking stop."
He urged her hand to squeeze his sack a little harder, roll her thumb just on the underside of it, his other hand gripping hers.
-
She made sure to look up at him occasionally, gauging his reactions and fine tuning things from there; she stopped using her teeth and focused more on sucking him off, his moans sending shivers down her spine as she took in as much of him as she possibly could when his hips nudged and buried himself deeper within her; she swallowed around his length, feeling the saliva and precum running down her throat as she worked him, realizing that she was blushing from how submissive this was, for how humiliatingly complacent she was being. It was embarrassing, it made her heart flutter and skip a beat.
In this case, she absolutely loved it.
As his hand moved from her hair to her breast, she let out a soft and plaintive whine against him as he groped her, arching her back a little into his touch as she did as he guided her to and started massaging his balls with a little more attentiveness and confidence, squeezing them as she took him in all the way again and hummed like he told her to, determined not to stop until she brought him to his climax. She did so with the hope that that aggression of his wasn't about to run out any time soon, and that if she did well enough he'd give her her reward, which would be him screwing her almost endlessly into the bed sheets.
Meanwhile poor Huxley below was wondering just what cruel demons he'd managed to piss off in this world to earn this kind of punishment as he hid under the bed and wished they'd stop before his fear boner got any worse.
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Nope, his aggression wasn't going to run not. Not if she kept going like this. Even with her submission before him, Luca was going to take full advantage of having her. Maybe it was months and months of being pent up, or of getting shit jobs that made him have to go off world into shitholes like Libra and find little snakes likes Huxley that couldn't take the sound of a simple blowjob without quivering in anxiety.
Luca shuddered at the thought and came again within her mouth, and he pulled away long enough to clean himself off with a section of the bed sheets. He panted hard, grinning down at her and looking like a cat had just caught a mouse. A devouring kiss, as he placed himself over her body, his hands carefully gripping her breasts and bring his mouth down to them.
He could see something in the dark, the welts he'd left were already healing and he grumbled something nonsensically. “You're not bad,” he growled in another hungered capture of her lips. “For a rookie.” A nip, and he coaxed her over onto her belly. Already heat radiated from her, and he rubbed himself against her ass.
It didn't take long to get him hard again. Something seemed to give him a miraculous recovery rate, and he maneuvered her tail out of the way to press himself back inside her. Feeling that familiarly snug hold again had him quivering already. Gods, she was practically melting in his hands, and he kept his hands steadied on her hips, working to keep the putty from spilling over, fingers tracing red trails along her ribs and back. He rolled his hips, long and slow into hers folds, taking his time and relishing every sound she would make.
The bathroom was just the practice round. He was done playing games. Her ass was his.
-
When he came inside of her mouth she was able to swallow most of it; it was hot and salty, and when he pulled away so quickly he left a trail from the corner of her mouth. She wiped it off with her fingertips, licking them before he was looking at her again, the ferocious grin on his face telling her all she needed to know that he wasn't done yet. Good.
Indeed, the marks he made were all almost gone already with how quickly she healed, the bullet wounds from earlier having left without even a trace. She arched her brows at him as he came back over and caught her up in a desperate open-mouthed kiss that would leave the strong taste of his own essence on his tongue as he lowered himself further down her body. She let out a soft gasp as he brought his lips to her breasts again--she was so turned on that everything felt a little bit more sensitive than usual, and she bit her lip as she ignored his comment. Rookie? Rookie? Ugh.
And yet when he had her roll over she did so without putting up a fight, making sure to arch her back so he got a good view of her shapely ass, her hair a mess on the sheets as she tucked her arms underneath her head like a pillow. There were several brief moments where the lights in the room caught her eyes just right that they flashed, like dog or cat eyes--glowing as they reflected the light.
As he entered her again a visible shiver went up her spine, but this time he was being much more deliberately slow about it, and only because she was so desperate for him to fuck her did she let it slide, biting her lip as she focused on the feeling of his hard length moving inside of her. It was so slow it almost felt torturous, and that coupled with the feeling of his hands all over her touching, squeezing, made every sensation that much more intoxicating as her breath hitched and she let out soft moans, moving her hips with his and whining, she wanted him to go faster, to take her harder in a storm of lust and possession that would leave her aching in the morning.
It was something she craved desperately but would likely never get to experience because of how quickly she healed and recovered, and knowing that only drove her more crazy in wanting it. Here she was, practically on display for him to enjoy, making herself vulnerable to him and letting this man into her very core, and he was still teasing her like this. Her ears flattened a little against her head, her whines growing a little more persistent. But she wasn't about to open her mouth and beg for it, not yet. If he could make her though... Now that would truly be a feat worth gloating about later.
-
He caught that glance in her eye, that wild flash and he panted hard, body already covered in sweat as it beaded at the end of his hair. Luca kept his grip on her, stoking her fire, and hearing those whines and whimpers. As hard up as he was, as frustrated and annoyed, he wasn’t going to let her off that easily, not like the fury he’d been desperate to demonstrate in the bathroom.
He listened to her moans and whimpers as he fucked her slower, bringing his hips in lower and grinding up against her. Gods it was like her body was on fire, practically burning him just to touch her, and roll his body against hers, left his hips and groin already raw and sore. The aches were agonizing and truth be told he wanted to take her harder, to push her into the bed until she shuddered and came.
Luca coaxed her legs around him, bringing them up to encircle his hips, and worked her until those moans escalated into the whines and whimpers her sought. “Beg,” he hissed, fingers digging into the meat of her ass. “Just beg, goddammit. You’re mine, and you want to beg me to fuck your brains out. I’ll do it if you beg.”
It took much more effort not to do it as he quivered behind her, letting the beads of sweat run down his face and drip into the cradled pool at her back, in the crook of her spine.
-
It was almost agonizing, the slow pace he kept up and he knew what he was doing, god damn him. A streak of impatience flared up inside of her, but it was nothing compared to the burning fire raging that just wanted to do whatever he told her to to get him to make her come because she wanted to so fucking bad.
She obeyed and moved her legs as he made her, digging her fingertips into the sheets, a low whine turning into a growl as he spoke, told her to beg. Her ears flattened against her head as she fought the urge to bare her teeth at him--if she was bad he might not give her what she wanted. But did she really want to lower herself even further, did she want to beg this smarmy asshole for it?
Perhaps the question was better phrased like this: did she want it bad enough?
She felt his sweat drip onto her equally damp skin and it sent a shiver down her spine as she parted her lips, her words coming out mixed in a moan as she focused on the warm feeling of humiliation blossoming again in her chest, on the drag of his cock as it moved inch by inch inside her.
"P-Please... Please fuck me until I can't move anymore, sir."
A rather becoming blush was tinting her cheeks as she looked over her shoulder at him; clearly it pained her a bit to say those words, to hand over all the power to him and let him be her master for the night.
"I want you to fill me up and use me however you want. I want it so fucking bad." She whined further, heated and desperate breaths escaping her as she looked at him with a pleading gaze, desperately hoping he'd stay true to his word and fuck her brains out, smash her against his headboard as he tore her apart and drowned her in their sweat and lust.
-
Hound begging was practically music to his ears. Luca moaned loudly at the sound of her whines and whimpers and he leaned forward to thrust harder into her, holding her hips up from her front and shoving his member deep inside.
He focused more on every way her folds enveloped him. Luca began to take her roughly, fast until his body began to make controlled shudders. No, he wasn't going to let himself cum just yet, and neither was she. His arm reached forward and kept her back neck pressed down as he moved deeper, working her to the hilt as he favored one side then the other, or undulated his hips in twisting rolls.
"I just want you to see stars," he admitted, panting hard and sweating until this position was starting to turn his skin raw. Gods, it felt good to fuck her like this, as if she were his alone. He never thought he'd be one to want to possess people, but her potential for resistance. The very fact that she wanted to be conquered turned him on to no end.
His cock had stretched, even as whatever part of her resisted, and he held her firm. It wasn't long before he shuddered again, trembling as he teetered on the edge of cumming.
And just underneath them, Huxley whimpered, trying to shut his ears to the sounds above him. And from being crushed by that fluxing mattress.
-
Thank the gods, she was rewarded, he was giving her what she wanted. She let out a gasp as he suddenly started thrusting harder, his cock pressing into her wet heat, hitting her hard and deep as she let out a moan into the bed. She bit her lip enough to draw a bit of blood as he changed the position, angling himself better.
And then he reached forward; she felt the sensitive skin of her neck start tingling, hairs raising as he slid his hand around the back of her neck and pushed, holding her down and keeping her from potentially squirming, an affirmation of his dominance, that she was his and he was going to do what he pleased with her until he was done, dammit.
That, in combination with how hard he was slamming into her, claiming every bit of her and taking possession over what was now rightfully his, made her brain fucking melt as her muscles tensed, naturally tightening around him with the pleasure because it felt so fucking good and she just wanted his dick buried inside of her forever. It was amazing and he was doing damn good at what he wanted to, making her see stars as he limited her air intake just enough to make her body's senses peak, that rush of fear and adrenaline making her ride the pleasure even harder.
"F-Fuck, fuck," She moaned desperately, her fists tightening in the sheets and tugging on them hard as she grit her teeth, her words partially moaned by the bed. "S-So good--" Her brain felt like it was breaking as she reached her climax, her desperate cries growing louder as she came with a scream of his name as her whole body tensed and shuddered, back arching as her eyes shut tight and she forgot how to breathe for several seconds as she metaphorically tumbled over the edge of her orgasm.
The moment her senses had come back to her enough she gasped for air, panting heavy and hard as she fought to get oxygen back into her lungs, coughing a little as her body relaxed, she felt like fucking jelly.
It was the best.
-
Amdist her screams, Luca didn't realize how much he'd been holding back until he let it all out. He grit his teeth, as he fucked her into oblivion and held her down to keep her from shifting in position. Luca quivered, shuddering and all his muscles grew taut as he came again, burst like a cannon from deep inside her. Gods, it felt good. Not just to come, but to tame this wild beast that made him angry and horny at the same time.
His hand remained on her neck until he finished coming and only then did he pull out and kept his hands to her hips still. He shifted his legs out from underhim, now numb with pain and pleasure, and laid out on top of her form, kissing along her back with hungry nips and bites, leaving hickies and welts he hoped were hard enough to stick.
A growl escaped from deep in his throat when he saw them healing. He sucked hard on her shoulder, tongue lapping and biting into the wound, pressing his front to her ass still, arms on either side of her. "You're mine," he hissed between kisses, now lapping at her neck and gasping against skin, burying his face into her unruly hair.
"I could fuck you all night. And I know you want me too," he moaned in her ear. He chuckled and moved to lap at the other side of her neck. Luca pulled away for just a moment to let her catch her breath as he moved his bag on the other side of the bed. He had another set of cuffs in there, just in case the first pair got messed up and he shifted over to Hound, taking her wrist and clasping it tight and the chaining the other end to his wrist.
A turn from her or him could twist a wrist or shoulder out of place, and he shifted back on the bed. "The erm, headboard is that way, darling." And coaxed her the other way, twisting the cuff to put pressure on her wrist.
-
"Slut" definitely wasn't a word that Hound would normally use to describe herself--sure, she slept around and had her fill of fun and all, but she didn't think she did so beyond any reasonable measures. But there were some times when that primal hunger in her was just that bad, just that insatiable that perhaps it might be a good descriptor after all.
Especially considering how she relished the feeling of him releasing inside of her, of him laying on top of her, biting, kissing, marking her up so the world knew she was his. It sent a visible shiver down her spine as she let out a soft whine, flicking her ear as he whispered to her that he could keep going all night.
"I wonder who'll wear out first.~" She playfully growled at him, baring her teeth in a devilish grin as she rolled a little onto her side to look at him better while he sucked on her neck, marks already fading.
He pulled away though, and with trembling arms she pushed herself from the bed to sit up, in a pose not unlike the likeness of some lounging goddess, like the ones she'd seen in ancient paintings in a museum she had to sneak into once. She watched with curiosity, both ears swiveling forward and perking as he dug around in his bag and she heard a jingle, the wolf inside of her making her wag her tail a little in anticipation.
When he brought out cuffs she raised her eyebrows, suddenly finding herself full of conflicting feelings as he came back over to her and took her wrist. She growled as he snapped the cold metal around it and tightened it, then latching the other end onto himself which made her stop growling as she looked at him a tad confused, just wondering what it was he had in mind now as she watched him carefully through narrowed eyes.
He twisted the cuffs and put pressure on her wrist, moving her towards the headboard and she growled at him again, resisting for a moment as she contemplated sinking her teeth into the cheeky bastard's shoulder, before she decided it was in her best interest not to and complied, rolling onto her back, head resting on fluffy pillows as she watched him with attentive aqua eyes. She brought her free hand to rest on her sternum, above her breasts while she kept her legs closed, though she could already feel a combination of their mixed come and sweat running down her thighs and ass, a look of challenge flaring up in her eyes as she smirked at him.
Sure, she'd let him dominate her and claim her--for now--but she was still going to toy with and tease him of course as she lay there, legs sliding against each other gracefully at her knees as she lay there and let him do all the work--he'd set it himself, why should she when he was so willing to do it for her?
-
Once she was in position, now Luca considered what more he could do to her. Ask for another cleaning? Nah, that was old news already and he wasn't greedy, considering he was going to knock her into the headboard. He probably wasn't going to get his cleaning deposit back, not that that mattered. These sheets should just be burned afterward anyway. There would be nothing left to be salvaged after tonight.
Luca looked at her, her legs, and the gleam of fluid that reflected along between her thighs. The pose was picturesque, and he panted like an animal in heat, looking at her as if she were a piece of meat he was going to tear apart. The smell of their mixed body essences and sweat made the room hot, and beads of sweat formed along his brow, dripping down his face as he crawled back over her.
His free hand came to her knees in an attempt to part them again. He tilted his head to her, when they didn't part, and he growled a little suspiciously. "What are you doing?" he muttered, voice low, even dangerous. Then that look on her face, his frowned, somewhat irritated, and he could tell she wasn't going to make it easy for him.
And why should she? If he was going to tear her apart, he was going to work for it. Or make her beg for it. He crawled over her, moving their cuffed hands up over her head and pressing down with one arm, while the other curved over her ass, feeling for the wetness underneath. "Let me in, dammit," he growled, his fingers running along her folds. "If you think you can keep me out, you're wrong. Come on."
-
The question now was how much of a fight did she want to put up for him? How much did she want to challenge him?
No, better question: How angry could she make him so he'd take her hard and give her some real punishment?
He was already getting frustrated because she was keeping her legs closed, and she smirked up at him, gaze sliding down his body to watch his other hand slide over her ass to try and reach her that way, throwing her arm back and keeping her cuffed wrist pinned above her head. She growled at him, moving her hips to shift away from him, and the moment he gave any sign of protest she lurched forward--the motion of doing so put her arm at an odd angle, pain zinging up and down from where it twisted at her shoulder but she didn't care, all she cared about was sinking her teeth into him so she could taste his blood, and when her canines broke skin and she tasted that salty iron she started laving it up immediately, swiping her tongue over the wound as a growling moan rumbled up from inside her as she fought back against him.
She squirmed and fought against the cuff chaining their hands together, her free hand sinking her fingertips into him as she latched onto him and fought back, curious to see if the pain would succeed in only pissing him off more. It was clear that she was being more playful than she was serious--if she really wanted to get away she could've easily kicked him in the nuts and twisted his arm around behind his back or broken it. She didn't want to get away, she wanted him to get mad at her and take out his anger on her, to force her open for him and remind her that he was the one who should be in control here, not her.
It was all just fun and games, but goddamn his blood tasted good, it sent a shiver down her spine and made heat pool up in her belly again, made her hungry for more.
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She knew the games she was playing, trying to egg him on. And damn her if it wasn't working. The very thought of taking her again had him hard, and his cocked ached raw and eager from excitement. Blood roared in his ears and he reached down to grip himself in some small sense of alleviation. But even stroking it really only made him frustrated with her, and himself. So his hands pried at her knees, fingers slippery from their shared essence, and he growled trying to shove hands between her legs.
That was until she lurched up and bit him hard on the shoulder. He cried, more from the surprise and shoved her down, tearing her off of him and watching her with wild eyes. "Don't fucking bite me," he growled and bit down hard on her ear. He looked at his free wrist and pulled a pin out with his teeth and sinking it down into her left shoulder then another into her breast in points that would make the muscles cramp up and the other ache and throb and another into her belly that would make her make everything even more sensitive within her heat.
Blood still seeped from his should and Luca seethed, yanking her legs apart and shoving himself inside. "You fucking drew blood!" He hissed and kissed he roughly, sucking on her tongue and biting down on it, tasting his own blood on her lips.
"You like pissing me off don't you?" The answer was obvious, and he claimed her with angry thrusts. The pin in her leftward abdomen would make everything radiate tenfold, pain and pleasure.
-
That wild look in his eyes was everything she'd been hoping for and then some. A fierce grin spread across her face, his blood staining her teeth as he bit down onto one of her soft and fuzzy ears, making her snarl as she struggled to pull her head away from him, giving him the chance to pull out one of those pins and shove it into her shoulder.
Instantly all of the muscles in that arm and shoulder tensed up and knotted and she let out a surprised cry of pain, only for another pin to be stabbed into her breast and another in her stomach. The combination of pain made her body twist and writhe; she'd started to reach up to try and tear them out when he pried her legs apart and slammed into her and it felt like the most amazing thing she'd ever experienced in her whole goddamn life.
She barely heard him ask if she liked pissing him off, to which the answer was obviously yes as she fought weakly against him, nipping and biting at him whenever and wherever she could in their kiss as she let out her loud moans of ecstasy into it. The sensory overload was already so much for her brain to handle, but the pain held her back from orgasming just yet, made her arch her back, still writhing underneath him as he ruthlessly fucked her senseless.
She wondered if it was possible for him to actually fuck her to death because she felt like that was what was going to happen. It was too much, it was too much for her to handle and she felt like her mind was cracking and breaking, like she couldn't process the heaps of sensory information fast enough as it happened. Out of her inability to focus, or even realize what she was doing, her fingernails grew sharper, growing and curving more like claws as her free hand came up and dug into his shoulder, drawing more blood as her moans turned to screams while he screwed her into oblivion.
-
Luca rolled his hips time and again, giving no mercy as each time they screwed in a torrent of ecstasy. The sheets beneath them were soaked beneath them and Luca's ears grew deaf to the whimpers Huxley made underneath the bed, who now pissed himself and tried to ignore their hellish euphoria.
Luca whimpered himself as Hound's claws dug into him. He was on the verge of climax. He hissed and continued to take her until the headboard was slamming into the wall behind the bed, dust breaking away from it.
As dust powdered down on them, the bed creaking in fury, Luca could barely catch his breath and hissed at his stitches giving way and the old wound opening again. "Fuck!" he yelped as he shuddered, heat building and burst within her yet again. He panted, clenched eyes tightly and carefully groped down her body with his free hand, to free her from the pins he'd placed.
-
Luca was definitely good at what he was doing, moreso than she'd have initially pegged him for as he continuously slammed into her, never once letting up despite the fact that they were both out of breath, both soaked in each other's sweat, the sheets drenched beneath them. It felt like she'd died and gone to heaven and she wondered for a brief moment if that really was the case. She could've kept doing this forever, she never wanted it to end.
As they continued on though they both inevitably started to reach their climax, and with the onslaught of pain and pleasure, Hound came first, but as Luca kept pounding her to reach his own peak she screamed as she came a second time.
For a few moments they held there like that, panting, gasping for air, and as the pins were pulled out Hound whimpered, muscles relaxing and suddenly feeling like jelly as she reached up with a shaky hand and pulled him into a desperate, passionate and sloppy kiss. As she broke it for air she pressed other small kisses along his jawline and down his throat, showering him with affection as she felt their combined cum running thick down her thighs when he pulled out.
But as she got over the moment she noticed an iron tang in the air as she breathed in that confused her for a moment, ears flicking before she suddenly pulled him closer and looked up at his back, seeing the open wound again and letting out a light laugh as her head hit the pillows.
"Fool." She mumbled hoarsely after she gave him another kiss, soothingly running her fingers down his back, nails having changed back to normal as she coaxed him to lie on her with his head on her chest. "Now I have... To stitch you up all over again..." She panted.
Fuck if she thought it wasn't worth it though, it definitely had been.
-
Even just a moment of respite was much appreciated and Luca's throat was raw and voice hoarse with all their rutting. He had no intention of letting up any time soon, and he hoped she wasn't either. Letting himself catch his breath, Luca put the pins back into the braid on his wrist. His head throbbed and he was dizzy with her scents.
Her kiss was returned, lips already torn, chapped and bleeding. Oh yes, she'd bitten him and scratched him and fresh blood was pouring from his back as the stitches had come loose. That was all secondary, and he was relishing in her body heat for now, loving the feel of a hard screw, and feeling blood flowing back into his extremities, noodley arms and all.
She said something. Commented about his back, or right, he was bleeding all over the place again. And no doubt she could smell it on him. A noise of relief came out of him as he laid against her chest, letting his hands rove over the form he wanted to possess. Luca's eyes flashed in the dim lighting and he laughed.
"Oh, no. Not my stitches," he muttered. "Your fault. Your fucking nails raked over the threading. Cut them to shreds. But it was hot though." He leaned up, arms wriggling around her back and giving her a snug embrace, face turning into her breast and flicking a tongue out to taste her nipple, snapping his teeth threateningly against it. "We're not done yet are we? I don't catch the shuttle until tomorrow."
-
He blamed her for the tearing of his back and she let out a snort, but when he looked up at her there was a hint of teeth gleaming through her smirk, her eyes like glowing orbs as they reflected the light while she stared down at him like he was a prey animal.
The scent of his blood only grew stronger by the second, along with the smell of the pheromones of fear seeping from Huxley below the bed, and the stench he'd made which honestly irritated the fuck out of her. Luca's blood was a welcome distraction, and she licked her lips as her gaze moved to the wound, her inner wolf telling her to sink her teeth into it and tear him apart in the euphoria of her climax's aftermath. She had enough self control to ignore it, but Luca didn't know that.
She slid her fingers into his hair, petting him with soft and soothing caresses, fingertips exploring his scalp and working their way down behind one of his ears to massage the back of his neck, loosening those stiff muscles of his.
"No, Luca. We're not done yet." She said, her voice a low growl. "Your pet soiled itself though, quite annoying."
She lifted a leg out from under the man and slammed it down on the bed in a rather powerful kick, the mattress coming down hard right on Huxley's head, a muffle scream escaping him. She let out a dry snicker filled with her sadistic amusement as she twisted the handcuffs and coaxed Luca to roll onto his back where she straddled his hips, guiding his cuffed hand to keep groping her breasts as she ran her other hand up and down his torso. She was a rather pretty sight, perched there on her knees above him with that wicked smirk on her face as she eagerly awaited the inevitable moment when he'd move and she'd see his blood soaked into the sheets.
They were definitely not done yet; a normal woman might've been raw and sore and bleeding by the end of their night of fun, like Luca was, but Hound was an immortal with immaculate healing abilities. She felt absolutely fine throughout the night, pains only lasting for a brief time before they disappeared altogether as her body repaired itself left and right.
At some point she at least bandaged Luca up so he wouldn't bleed out throughout the night, before they eventually passed out together, the hotel room a fucking disaster after all the fun they'd had throwing each other around in their strange pleasure-driven craze. When she awoke before Luca in the morning, her head was resting on the man's chest, body still covered in a mix of their bodily fluids, and she gave a lazy stretch and a yawn as she sat up, still naked, and decided after making sure Luca was still breathing that she'd like a shower. So, off to do that she went.
-
Luca's head throbbed in the morning, as did the rest of his body. His sleep had been thorough and deep and although he didn't dream, he wanted very much to just lay in bed for the rest of his life. Or maybe he died somewhere during the night, or it had all been a bad dream. Every joint and muscle ached with a tendriled euphoria, creeping into his fingertips as if they were going to fall off.
A groggy sound came out of him, feeling something move off his chest and he vaguely opened his eyes. Forget the tram, forget the shuttle. Forget the whimpering little pissant that was lying underneath his bed. Huxley wasn't going anywhere and even if the little bastard hadn't eaten or drank anything all he previous day, Luca didn't care. He wasn't going to die just yet.
He'd leave Hound up for that.
A yank on his arm and Luca blinked. The image and sound of the cuffs on the floor that bound him to Hound last night flickered in his mind, and he had had slept too close to the edge of the bed. Luca rolled over and fell with a thud onto the floor. "Gah," he griped. Eyes flicked opened and he got a view of the living room, claw marks into the walls, a lamp knocked over and shattered and somehow the cushions ripped completely to shreds with the stuffing pulled out of them.
"What the hell?" And he looked up from Hound's long legs. A slow blink later and he got to his feet. "Where do you think you're going?" he gave a cheeky grin and cracked his back and neck into place. His back stung from the remnants of sweat, and he glanced at the bloodied bed, streaked with red. Most likely all his.
Well, there went that cleaning deposit.
-
Apparently Luca wasn't a very heavy sleeper, despite the wounds he wore as proud battle scars from their tango last night. She looked over her shoulder at him, before granting him the privilege of a decent conversation as she turned to face him, completely nude and still every bit as pale and unmarred as she had been when they started.
She gave a slight shrug, unaffected by his little smile or the playfulness in his voice. Last night was last night. His control over her was relinquished the moment they both fell asleep.
"I'm going to take a shower."
She said it simply, raising her eyebrows at him before turning away and go to the bathroom, the swaying motion of her hips and tail potentially mesmerizing for Luca to watch as she entered the bathroom, turned on the shower water and stepped in, the hot water running down her body and making her let out a pleased sigh as she scooped her hair off her back and turned so the water beat down on her backside and worked out some of the knots in her muscles.
She wasn't in pain from last night, or even really that groggy from it, rather she felt perfectly fine and normal--but the tenseness in some of her muscles was still there, perhaps she ought to visit a masseuse when this mission was over.
-
He had his work cutout for him him with the heat of the previous night suddenly giving him the cold shoulder. Sure he watched with some interest as Hound walked away and into the bathroom, intrigued that even she couldn't keep her body from teasing, even if she herself no longer had any interest. It was no matter, the assassin had no expectations. In fact, he found it more amusing than anything else.
Luca crouched at the base of the bed, still nude and balls out, and pulled Huxley out from whatever half-dead slumber he drifted off in. The hacker screeched and whimpered, a massive bruise appearing on his face where Hound had slammed her foot into the bed before. Luca's laugh could be heard from the bathroom. "You're still alive? Good boy," Luca muttered, and noticed his soiled pants and Huxley's whimpers. "Don't give me that look. You didn't make a fuss last night, so I'll get you cleaned up and fed before we leave. Might as well, this will already cost me thousands of credits to fix."
The room was absolutely trashed and although Luca lifted up a lamp's carcass and set it onto a three-legged table, there really wasn't much to salvage. "Dragon balls," he sighed, and went about making himself a cup of coffee. It was terrible and a reason alone to blow up this sorry Libran hotel. He still had those grenades, two of them at least. Still, he downed it and brushed back his hair, stepping into the bathroom to take a piss, pretending Hound wasn't even in the shower.
That didn't mean he wasn't watching her from the corner of his eye, and by the time he flushed and washed his hands, he saw no point in waiting around for her to finish all the hot water either. And simply helped himself to stepping inside with her, carefully stepping around her and grabbing the soap.
-
Even with the running water, Hound could hear almost everything Luca said due to her... Heritage. So she found herself chuckling a little when she heard his laugh and listened to him treating Huxley like the pathetic lump that he was. She'd have been lying if she said she didn't find it to be one of the several things that made Luca so attractive to her, but there was no reason to go spewing that kind of thing around, especially to his face. His ego was already big enough, as was hers, she was well aware.
She made quick work of washing her tail and hair, and then came the matter of scrubbing down the rest of her, at which point Luca came in, used the toilet, and decided he'd join her. She paused and stared at him for a moment; he just... Got into the shower with her.
Like they did this all the time or something.
Her first instinct was to growl; nobody just... Shared a shower with her, in fact the only times she'd taken a shower with someone else at all was usually to fuck them in it. This felt... Weird. Out of place. Uncalled for. But at the same time, it wasn't the worst thing. She just didn't know what to make of it.
She decided to rule it out as something to do with his overall demeanor and lack of respect for most other people, just a part of his character, and not some kind of attempt to offend or disgust her.
"Bold even out of bed I see." She commented as she started washing the soap suds off of her skin, closing her eyes as she ducked her head under the water, momentarily stealing it from him before stepping out of the stream. She was just about done anyways, so what did it matter.
"Sore?" She asked with a smirk and a quirked eyebrow.
-
For whatever brief moment it worked, her assumption that he did it to irritate her had been a correct one. Inside, Luca was snide and smug, watching her from the corner of his eyes as he took the soap and loofa, sudsing it up and making short work of the sweat and cum grime on his body. She left quite an impression after last night. He only had a vague regret.
It was too bad he wasn't ever going to see her again.
Almost anyway.
In the meantime, he had to make sure that Huxley was more or less well-kept before Hound ended his life. Luca, if anything, was an amicable man. There wasn't any reason not to be when he had such accommodating guests with him. First, Huxley was such a coward, that he'd pose no serious fight without anything more than that taser or gun. And Hound, she had a lovely response when she wanted to, it was almost a shame to win.
He didn't consider that him winning was also her winning, since that was so clearly her fetish, that balance of power tipping so dangerously as they roiled in bed the previous night. And on the coffee table, and on the sofa. And on the lamp too, evidently.
Luca carefully washed himself and his hair until he was as clean as he was going to get, watching her from the corner of his eye. "Sore? Just a kink," he said, winking at her. "If it isn't too much to ask, would you mind bringing Mr. Huxley in here? I believe it's his turn to shower. That is, unless you prefer the afterfragrance of a skunk. Something tells me you don't. Might have been his massive black eye."
-
She was done in the shower but she paused to listen to the man as he spoke, he seemed pretty full of himself. Most men were after a night with anybody at all but at least she supposed he had some reason to be. He'd gotten a little more out of her than most.
She bared her teeth in a wicked grin when he mentioned Huxley's black eye. She hadn't bothered to check on the retch before she got in the shower, so it was pleasing to know that her kick last night hadn't been in vain.
"Sure, I enjoy torturing little boys." She said with perhaps a bit too much joy as she stepped out of the shower, quickly toweling off and finding her bag of things in the living area of the hotel room and getting dressed in another one of those tight bodysuits, zipping it up to her throat and throwing on her boots and belts with holsters. She packed away the clothes from yesterday, figuring it'd be easier to get around here in clothes that were not blood splattered.
She sauntered into the bedroom, seeing where Luca had pulled him out from the bed, though it seemed he'd tried to wedge himself back in, finding it difficult when he was bound and gagged. Gods, he reeked.
"Come here, cretin. Your babysitter wants to give you a bath." She snickered with that fanged grin that made Huxley shriek, though it was muffled by the gag in his mouth.
She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him out, dragging him across the floor and literally chucking him into the bathroom where Luca wanted him, relishing in the hard thud of Huxley hitting against the bottom of the counter the sink nested in.
"Aren't you looking forward to when I get my playtime with you? I can hardly wait." She cooed, that predatory look flickering in her eyes, like she wanted to tear into him right then and there and devour him like a rabid cannibal.
If Luca hadn't been there she would've.
She cast a glance to Luca, smirking and shrugging as she looked back to the Hacker. "Have fun.~" And she departed to go dig around and make sure the rest of her things were there, as well as to check up on a few other things on her phone in the living area, sitting on what was... Left of the couch.
-
Luca finished up his bathing and watched her appreciatively as she departed. HIs eyes were glued to her eyes, it was like he just couldn't get enough of it. He sincerely didn't goat because he felt he had much to gloat over, he just couldn't help himself to teasing her when she was around. He was curious to see what other ways he could get under her skin.
For better or for worse.
Luca rinsed himself off by the time Huxley was chucked into the room and hit the sink rather hard. He made an 'oo' face and chuckled, stepping out, now soaking wet and he bent down to pull Huxley into the shower with him. He pulled the gag out and he was almost embarrassed for the hacker when he saw that he was crying. Huxley sobbed and loudly at that.
"Relax, boy," Luca griped, groaning as he undid the bindings long enough to settling him into the corner. "You're embarrassing yourself so settle down."
"N-no! NOoo!" Huxley cried so hard, his nose was stuffy and Luca sighed loudly.
"I SAID RELAX" Luca growled and gripped him by his hair. Huxley winced and immediately try to keep himself settled, although he raised weak arms to try an push the assassin away. "Stop it. Grow a pair for fuck's sake. It's not what you're probably crying about. I don't get off that way, brother. If I want ass, I don't have to take it. I'm a man of my word."
Huxley was unsure how to react to that, and he only trembled as he stared up at Luca with wide-eyes. Some part of Luca sort of wished he did get off like that, but he felt the fear of it was enough for him. It kept Huxley under control, that was all that mattered. So Luca went about undressing the bastard and he instructed the man to take a shower while he took care of his soiled clothing in the sink. Huxley's sniffles were loud and could be heard from outside of the bathroom, and he soon finished after five minutes.
Or rather Luca decided he was finished and pulled him out of the water, wrapped in a towel and Luca emerged, still naked and threw his clothes down on him. "Get dressed, boyo. And it's back into the straps for you."
Huxley did not argue, although he looked up to Hound and immediately obeyed Luca, dressing himself and shaking as he did so. Luca gathered him a bowl of cereal as meager as it was and spoonfed the guy after resecuring the belts. "Good boy."
-
With her sharp hearing, Hound didn't have to be in the bathroom to hear the conversation going on in there, and right now she preferred she wasn't there, because Huxley's stench was nauseating. So she enjoyed their little tiff from afar, chuckling to herself as Luca put him in his place and shoved him into the shower.
See, she thought Luca was being far too kind. She'd have delivered the goods as is, piss-soaked and all, so his cowardice would be on display for everyone who laid eyes on him when she delivered him to her contractors.
Maybe that was why she wasn't usually hired for capture missions, and why she never bothered taking them. As much as she got off on someone else's public humiliation.
When Luca and Huxley emerged from the bathroom, she was sprawled out quite lavishly on the sofa, one leg tucked under her, the other fully extended in a graceful straight line, heel resting on the far side's armrest, and she had a wicked bowie knife in her lap, the metal making lovely ringing sounds as she sharpened it on a stone, those wolf eyes of her tracking Huxley without even blinking, flashing and glowing in the changing light as she turned her head to follow him, staring at him as he was sat down.
She couldn't help but grin, sliding her tongue along her lips and canine teeth, an eyebrow arching coyly before she cast her gaze back down to the blade she sharpened--the very one she was planning on using to sever his head with. It would make an absolute bloody mess, which she thought was far more fun than a clean cut any day.
"You're such a charitable man, Luca. I'd have let the little shit starve. You know, the average human can last over three weeks without food." She looked right at Huxley, "Or one week with no water. I think you're being too generous. But that's none of my business."
She would certainly never lower herself to the level of spoon-feeding her captive like they were her fucking child or something. Disgusting.
But she grinned as she looked at Huxley, leaning a bit closer from her seat on the couch as she spoke to him. "Count your lucky stars while you still can, boy, because while Luca doesn't get off on reaming into little men like you in the shower, I do." She grinned, and it was absolutely wolfish. "I've got a nice thirteen incher in my bag of goodies I like to save for special occasions just like you."
Because while Luca didn't enjoy fucking terrified little shits in the ass, Hound certainly did. And if she got the chance, she'd take it. She'd shred his asshole without a second thought.
-
"That's cute," Luca replied with a smirk. Frankly the thought of Hound fucking Huxley was hilarious, but he didn't need to justify his actions to her. He didn't care. He gave his word so that's what he did. Luca finished feeding Huxley and pulled the man up onto the sofa. He moved out into the kitchen, swished water between his teeth.
He walked back into the bedroom and got dressed, pulling on a finer suit than the one he had on the previous day, over his shoulder. A peach pinstriped button up, blue tie, and blue pants and coat, shoes basic black, crisp sharp. Luca gathered his bag and stepped out of the bedroom, over the crushed porcelain of a lamp and gestured for the two of them.
"All right, enough chitter chatter. Let's go. The shuttle back to Aedolis leaves in the next hour and a half and I want to be early. And Huxley, darling, you keep settled now. Or I'll let Hound do just that," Luca said as he slapped him playfully across the cheek and plucked him up, and pulled his target out from the hotel room. He went downstairs to pay for the bill, and gave a massive tip at the front desk. Because the room just wasn't going to fix itself.
The tram to the shuttle was relatively quiet and once at the port, Luca made a point of not attracting too much attention to himself. He looked like just another businessman here, although was a lot cleaner than most of them. Maybe he looked Aedolan, he didn't know. But once they were at the port, Luca paid for the passage of the other two and looked to Hound.
"Have you ever been to Haviah?"
-
Hound's ears perked up at Luca's comment. She watched eagerly as he finished feeding the little shit, and practically jumped off the couch when he announced it was time to leave. She grabbed her duffel bag and swung it over her shoulders, very obviously excited to get on the move again--if it wasn't evident on her face, then her swishing tail told it well enough.
The tram ride was simple; she ignored the stares as she stood close to Luca and Huxley, ready at a moment's notice if either of them tried to make a break for it. She wasn't letting either of them out of her sight.
Once they arrived at the station, she stretched her arms up over her head, back arching as she let her head fall back. Soon, this whole mess would be over, and then she could practically roll around in all the money she got from it, and play to her heart's content until she got bored and looked for her next job. The fact that she didn't have to pay for the ride, as Luca was a gentleman enough to cover it for her, was just a bonus.
She looked over at Luca when he asked the question, and she laughed.
"I practically live there. The people there are such easy prey." She cooed, quite happy to be returning home. She didn't mention a thing about Teinar though; there was no need to bring up such awful things, even though she still spent a good chunk of her days drifting down there looking for jobs.
"What about yourself?" She asked, meanwhile the overhead speaker system announced that the shuttle had arrived and they would begin boarding soon.
-
"Haviah tends to be my favorite haunt. Lots of good business there. Beneath all that glitter and glamour, there's a certain...lust to it that calls to my blood. It's amazing," Luca commented idly. He was glad to know that she seemed to favor the place as well. Not everyone did. He loved the nightlife there, and the business while good, was just an added bonus, the real action seemed be in the under current, in the places unseen.
When everyone was busy getting fucked or getting high, someone was getting paid, moving shit that needed moving, tying up loose ends, making the right amount of credits doing what they do best. Luca had found his place in that under current, and he could only grin at how easy it was beneath people that were content to remain blind and ignorant to everything around them.
Neon lights, loud blaring music that deafened the ears, drugs to numb the mind.
Although he didn't often partake, he had to see the appeal.
"The other cities are nice too. But Haviah always seems to bring me back," he grinned.
-
[Ten million years later, a cheesy suddenly appears and posts]
Hound's eyebrows arched and she let out a snort, a quick "Hah," As the shuttle arrived, doors opened and the line they stood in started to shuffle and move forward for everyone to find their assigned seats and get comfy for the long haul.
A good number of the folks they were mixed in with were obvious businessmen, and then there were other random joes and people like them whose intentions were indiscernible. A family even, probably going to Aedolis to visit more family. They had kids with them and it made Hound's nose twitch as she fought the urge to sneer.
"Why am I not surprised?" She cooed as they stepped on board, her following behind and glancing at her pass as she handed it off to be checked by security as they waved her on board; the three of them even had seats together, how cute.
It was going to be a several hour long transfer, gods if she wasn't going to be bored out of her fucking mind. Although... She glanced over at Luca as they found their seats, Luca taking the window seat, her in the middle and Huxley on the edge facing the aisle. There was a potential to have some fun here, some real potential. She gently worried her bottom lip as they got comfortable and she reclined her seat back a bit, enjoying the first class section of the plane Luca had probably paid far too much for, but really what did it matter when they were both likely creatures of comfort and they were both getting paid enough money for this job to make their eyes roll back in their heads so they could see their own brains covered in dollar signs.
Not exactly the most sensible analogy but she wasn't a fucking poet so it didn't matter in the slightest, along with anything else.
"That's because Haviah is filled with all the scum we love to walk all over, like you, Huxley.~" She purred, looking over at him and smirking.
The stewardess passed them by in the aisle and greeted them politely as they always did, and Hound rolled her eyes as the young woman passed, looking "meh" at best. But her eyes darted to the curtain that could be drawn around their little first class section and she grinned, teeth flashing as she casually reached over and decided to let her fingertips dance along Luka's thigh.
"So Luca, what do you like to do to entertain yourself on long, boring flights such as these?" She purred, finally sliding her gaze over to him as she ignored Huxley's whimper and leaned so her shoulder rested against the other assassin's, suddenly as friendly as could be now that she had tricks up her sleeve.