~ NO SPOILERS ~

(this is the sequel to "Bow and Arrow")

(this story-line contains SMUT aka sexual content, reader discretion is advised)

She waited, breathless, and the second she knew he was done, she embraced him. The hooker dug her face into his shirt, trembling, listening to the pounding of his heart. He began stroking her loose curls of hair, nervously awaiting her response.

   "I love that," she briskly said, smirking playfully.

In an instant, she was kissing him, and he kissed her. The bartender's pipe slipped out of his fingers, colliding with the ground. Vander's hands firmly grasped her waist, while she moved her palms to hold the nape of his neck, then the back of his head.

Within a few minutes, she jumped up to straddle his abdomen with her toned legs, and he propped her up against him by supporting her backside. The woman stretched out her tongue, looping and inserting it into her partner's mouth. Giving her butt cheeks a light squeeze, he proceeded to press her spine onto the nearest wall of the alley. Nipping at his lips, she rapidly switched to more proactive bites, motivating the Zaunite to caress her bare legs and slip his fingers beneath her underwear.

They separated for a moment, panting, her pants delicate and his, arousing. Grabbing her by the back of her throat, the male tilted her head back with his thumb against her jaw, to begin kissing her neck and collarbone. It wasn't long before the archer set her palm on his chest reluctantly pushing him away, gazing down at him lustfully.

   "Let's go back inside," she whispered, leaning closer to him and away from the brick surface.

Without wasting a single second, he carried her back into his bedroom, luckily unseen.

Slamming the frail door behind them, the room's occupant dug his right-hand fingers into the side of her behind that he was holding, abruptly kissing her neck once again, using his teeth this time. With a rough, precise motion, he pulled down the shirt she wore, before tugging the straps of her bra away with his teeth, revealing nearly her entire breasts. This allowed him to etch a trail of kisses that almost reached her nipples, steered by her own hand that was outstretched behind his head. Stepping closer to the bed, the bartender unhooked her upper undergarment with his free hand, now kissing the sex worker's tattooed shoulders, under her excited gaze.

He promptly threw her onto the bed, to get rid of his shirt and kick off his boots. Meanwhile,she did the same, throwing her top underwear right along with it. Vander pounced onto his bed, towering over his lover's relaxed position on the mattress. The sight of her alone made him absolutely crazy. Inching down, he kissed her. The prostitute, seated for the moment being, flung her arms around his neck. She fidgeted with his ears, his hair, and he drove his tongue further into her mouth, pushing her into the mattress with his naked muscles.

   "F&ck, you're beautiful," he growled, hovering over her flawless body.

   "Why, thank you."

She laughed, her breathing irregular and a malicious spark lighting up her red eyes. Suddenly, they were competing, rivalling one another, and the experienced young female seemed to be close to winning the exchange: she had ripped his pants off and assumed the position he had first taken. She was crouched over him, dropping a kiss on his abdominals - and more than ready to grab the hem of his underwear - when he decided to lead again.

The male sat up and closed his right hand behind his girlfriend's neck, heaving her upwards, bringing her face to his. He kissed her, passionately with insatiable hunger, while his other hand pinched the brim of her lace panties. Holding herself up with her hands on his shoulders and her knees on either side of his body, the courtesan felt her heart race increasingly as he drew her undergarments down her thighs. In the span of a single breath, she pulled them off herself, rolling to the side to liberate him so he would be able to take off his own. Laying down, her chest rising and falling with lengthy exhales, she watched him. Rapidly, her lover crawled back to her on all four.

Hiedra steadily aligned her spine against the headboard, biting into her lower lip, observing him as he charged at her, feeling his warm lips and his tongue, his teeth upon her tattooed skin. He moved efficiently, exactly as impatient as her, from her neck to her boobs, to her stomach and down to her groin, which incidentally also bore inked designs. By now, the hooker had spread her legs and she was brushing her curls out of her face, barely capable to contain herself. The man continued to run his lips across the exceptionally well-groomed area between her thighs, enjoying the fact that he could taunt her for once.

   "Vander, don't do this to me..." she whined, in a low voice that was both sultry and exhausted.

The bartender ceased fooling around and eased himself into her with such precision and sheer strength that she let out a small cry. Thrusting his pelvis forward and out at a slow - but definitely energetic - rhythm, he fondled her right breast and kissed her languorously, anywhere he thought of that was possible. He whispered inside her ear:

   "Not too bad, heh?"

The female only managed a vocal agreement with her mouth shut, too busy digging her fingers into the sheets to say anything. Panting softly, she gracefully set her hands on his shoulders, reigning in her urge to moan profusely. She began kissing him and nibbling at his ears, minutes flying by.

Her ability to read emotions oftentimes meant that the feelings of others could overwhelm her, especially if they felt something similar to her current range of emotions or were in close proximity. In the context of sexual intercourse, it abled her to experience deepened satisfaction and her desires were heightened by her partner's own yearnings. Therefore, the Zaunite's profound arousal sparked in her an unquenchable thirst for sex.

   "Harder," she suddenly muttered and the movement sent her shoulder blades and hips banging against the headboard.

The prostitute half-moaned, half-laughed, delighted. Their pace had peaked and kept becoming quicker and increasingly rough. The creature's inside, while her outside was masterfully handled, felt like molten lava being smashed by a huge sledgehammer. Through her gasps, she made sure to knead his upper body with her nimble fingers and press her lips to it. An especially successful gesture of his then ignited an arrangement of perfectly pleasuring actions and Hiedra had to rest her head on the wall behind her, with her eyes rolling up to the ceiling.

   "Oh... Yes..!"

It seemed to the sex worker as if she had never been this intensely, this greatly nailed before, an opinion that was undeniably shared by her lover.

   "Ahh, ohh, Vander... Vander..! Vander, VANDER..! Ah!"

Struggling to breathe and groaning with satisfaction, she fell forward and her face landed beyond him. With her head bobbing against his back, sweating, starting to feel a slight ache in her lower back, along with some tension in her leg joints, she pecked his left ear and inquired in a thin voice, between moans:

   "Vander?"

The man instantaneously turned to look at her, carefully clasping her waist between his forearms and resuming a gentler rhythm.

   "Yes?"

Hiedra let out a tired sigh, chewing her lower lip as he deftly kept his hips in motion. Gazing into his ocean blue eyes, the courtesan whispered:

   "I love you."

She followed it by an accidental grunt of exhilaration.

   "I love you, Hiedra," the room's owner replied.

He immediately transported her body to his left, laying her down on her back. The hooker let go of his shoulders and her head slid over the edge of the bed. Whilst the stunningly beautiful female regained a normal breathing pattern - her heartbeat was too wild to attempt calming -, Vander struggled to get his penis to exit the opening it had spent a surprising amount of time inside of. A wheeze escaped his partner, and she hurriedly teased him:

   "I can keep going, you know..."

She lowered her eyelids, his calloused fingers were running up her skin, until they stopped to support the nape of her neck. She felt his lips, as if they were burning a mark into her neck, and his breaths, ragged and hot.

   "I know."

She let him lift her into a naked embrace, nuzzling her face into the crook between his shoulder and neck. She discerned a pillow under her skull, his fingertips grazing parts of her in interminable tender strokes. She fully opened her eyes, looking up into his, since he was lying down and facing her. She batted her eyelashes, an abrupt sleepiness weighing over her mind. The bartender brought a blanket over her lower body, and she chuckled.

   "You're infuriatingly nice sometimes... It honestly doesn't suit you," she stated, delicately.

Vander kissed her forehead, and she couldn't remember anything else, not even recall falling asleep, when she awoke the next morning.