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Black Beetle x You	By : Black-Beetle-Writer Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Young Justice Views: 2156 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Native American teen let out a muffled gasp when you grabbed him from behind and covered his mouth with a cloth. It was laced with a chemical that would knock him out cold in only seconds. He struggled against you briefly, but fell limp when he finally succumbed to unconsciousness, dropping his skateboard to the ground. You paid it no mind. It wasn't important. You huffed and slung him over your shoulder, carrying him back to your stolen van, parked about a block away from the bus depot behind an apartment complex. El Paso had been good to you. This was your third catch of the night.
You opened the back of your vehicle and set the kid down on the edge. After tying his hands and feet so he could not move, as well as gagging him, you gave him a shot that would keep him asleep for a good twelve hours. The other two teens, a girl and a boy, were tied up in a similar fashion, completely unconscious. You silently thanked Sportsmaster for providing you with the variety of useful drugs and toxins during your time training together. You pushed the Native American up against the other boy and shut the van's back doors. Once the doors were locked and secure, you walked up the the driver's side and got in, quickly starting the engine and driving away from the bus depot. It never hurt to be careful. Even if the kid had been alone when you snagged him, there was always the slight chance someone would come looking.
You checked the map your boss had given you for the closest drop off point. It turned out to be an abandoned plane hangar about 30 miles away. You sighed and adjusted the lightly patterned black half-mask that covered your eyes and the bridge of your nose. It was still taking some getting used to but you figured that it was a good idea to conceal your identity just in case you ever wanted to go out in public again. It was only a matter of time before you got into the Justice League's database, especially in your line of work with the Light. You had picked up the stylish mask after you had trekked through the forest into Arlington and hijacked the first van that you had come across and liked enough. It wasn't your typical shady vehicle that would be automatically associated with perverts and pedophiles, so you hadn't run into any trouble with the authorities yet.
Driving onto the highway, you picked the shortest route to your chosen destination. You had been working the Texas cities for a few days, and this would be your third drop off. Having lived on the streets for a while yourself, you knew where to look for problem teenagers that wouldn't be missed. Once you had grabbed a few, you delivered them to other agents of the Light who had loaded them into stasis pods, which were taken by small planes to fly off to an unknown destination. You did not ask where they were being shipped to, since you knew where the kids would eventually end up. Apparently you were pretty efficient at providing a good supply of test subjects for the Reach, based on the comment one of the Light's agents had made last time you had delivered. You were a bit surprised at that. It couldn't be that hard to snag kids off the streets, after all. Then again, you did know exactly where to look for them, and you had been pretty lucky. It was good for developing your reputation.
As you drove down the nearly empty highway, you could not help but sigh again and let your thoughts wander to Dawur. You tried to keep your mind off him, as impossible as that was, since every time you thought of him after your last encounter there was always a sharp, tight feeling in your chest. You had realized you were pining for him. The sex and the time, as short as it was, you had spent with him stood out like shining stars in the murky darkness that was the rest of your life. Even though you were content and proud that you served the Light now, giving you purpose after having felt lost for so long, the time with Dawur made you actually feel happy. It was slightly depressing to think about, that you hadn't been truly happy for most of your life. It was also a bit unnerving. You had fancied the thought of your relationship with him developing into something more, but you had no idea if that would actually happen. For all you knew, you could forever remain just a fuck toy or a pet to him. You would definitely be ecstatic if he did come to truly care for you, and dare you think it... no, you dare not go that far yet. The tightness in your chest intensified at that thought and you scowled at yourself, mentally clamping down before that idea could run wild.
He had shown you some affection, though you had to keep reminding yourself to not read too much into it. The uncertainty of it all threatened to overwhelm you if you dwelled on it too much. You weren't even sure exactly how you felt about him anyways, even if you missed him greatly when he was gone and he made your heart skip a beat whenever he had smiled at you. Yes you liked him and you really enjoyed the sex, but you hadn't spent nearly enough time with him, getting to know him, to justify even thinking about your affair with him turning into a mutual relationship where you really care about each other. Not to mention again that you were unsure about the extent of your own feelings beyond enjoying his company. Still, even if you kept telling yourself to not think about it, when you were alone and left with your thoughts, you could not help but wonder about the possibilities. You mentally slapped yourself. You should be happy that you even have a sexual relationship with Dawur at all and that he had taken notice of your desire for him and acted on it. He could have killed you, and you knew that he could still kill you at any time, even if he had promised you two would meet again...
"One day at a time, stop torturing yourself about this," you hissed, tightening your grip on the steering wheel and forcing yourself to stop thinking about him. Checking the map again, you saw that you were about to come up on the turn in to the hangar. You pressed down on the break, slowing enough to safely turn left onto the dirt road that would lead you to a run down old building. Driving around to the back of it, you saw a small cargo plane parked at the start of a runway, its back open with a ramp leading to the interior. Several Light agents were already putting other teenagers into stasis pods. They must have received a delivery earlier from someone else. Some of the kids were still conscious, silently crying as they were forced into the pods and loaded onto the plane. None of them struggled, aware of the helplessness of the situation. You pulled the van up and parked close to a row of stasis pods. Taking the keys out of the ignition, you got out, noting that most of the pods were already full.
"Hey Babe, got any candy in your van?" a blue, very spiky young man asked, sauntering up to you. Icicle Jr, you noted, recalling his reputation. It took all your control to not let your disdain show on your face.
"No. I'm here to deliver a shipment for our partner," you calmly informed him, maintaining a cool attitude. Best to not give this guy any ideas. There was no way you would ever be interested, anyways.
"That's not the kind of candy I had in mind, you know," he said, obviously flirting with you, and reaching a hand out at the same time. Frowning slightly, you grabbed his arm, stopping him.
"Don't even think about it. First off, I'm only here to hand off these kids. Second, I'm taken, so knock it off," you stated in a monotone manner. You briefly entertained the thought of what would happen if Dawur ever found out about Icicle Jr's attempt to hit on you. He would probably end up killing the boy, the alliance between the Light and the Reach be damned. He had made it a point to state his claim on you several times now. You did find his possessiveness quite endearing, actually. It made you feel special. Your lips twitched, fighting back a smile. Despite doubts about the future, you could not help thinking of him fondly at random times like this.
Icicle Jr must have taken your restrained smile as a reaction to his advance and tried again, "Aw come on, beautiful, I won't tell your boyfriend if you don't."
This had the potential to get out of hand. You had to put an end to this. Faster than he could blink, you drew one of your swords and held it to his neck. "I don't think so. Drop it," you ordered, eyes narrowing at the ice user. You would never betray Dawur.
He looked pretty put off at your rejection but withdrew from you, throwing his hands up in defeat, "Okay, okay. I'll back off."
"Thanks," you said, sheathing your blade, "Now let's get down to business. I have three test subjects for our partner," you motioned to the van, "Can you take anymore?"
"We only have room for one," Icicle Jr replied, "You'll have to take the other two somewhere else," he paused, thinking for a moment, "I know that Black Manta is taking a shipment tomorrow night at Port Lavaca."
That was hundreds of miles away from here. You scowled, "Is there nowhere closer?"
"Sorry, that's the closest one I know about," he shrugged at you, then smirked lightly, "I can keep you company while you drive if you want."
"You don't know when to quit, do you?" you deadpanned, baffled by his determination. Sighing and deciding to ignore his last remark, you turned away from him and walked around to the back of the van. You unlocked and opened it, grabbing the Native American teen. All three of your captures were still unconscious. Pulling him out of your vehicle, you shoved him into Icicle Jr's arms. "Here, take this one."
The ice user picked the kid up bridal style, "Thanks Babe. If you ever change your mind about your boyfriend, come find me in Bialya."
Your eyebrows raised up slightly at Icicle Jr's words. He must be working for Queen Bee. "Unlikely," you replied, keeping it simple and to the point. He muttered something under his breath and turned to take the teenager to the last stasis pod. You smirked to yourself, glad you had picked up the skill of lip reading. Yes, you could not blame him for trying, but he was nothing compared to Dawur.
You locked up the back of the van again after checking the other two teens to make sure their restraints had not loosened. Driving away from the hangar, you saw the plane taking off in your rear view mirror, flying the kidnapped teenagers to Bialya. You turned on the radio and checked your map, plotting your drive to Port Lavaca. Resigning yourself to the long journey, you let your mind wander as you traveled down the highway. Of course you could not help but think about Dawur again, although you did not let your doubts and worries get the best of you this time, instead reminiscing about the sex.
It took you a good ten hours to drive all the way to the port. You had to stop a few times to grab food and caffeine. Lots and lots of caffeine. You did not want to stop until you got to your destination, although you pulled over once to re-administer shots to the two teens in the back to keep them asleep until you could hand them off to Manta's men. When you finally got to Port Lavaca you found a good spot near the docks to park your van while avoiding suspicion. After eating a sandwich in a nearby restaurant, you passed out for a while in the driver's seat of your vehicle, getting some much needed sleep.
Waking up with a sharp pain in your neck, you groaned, still feeling tired, and stretched, working out the kinks in your stiff muscles. You grabbed one of the sodas you had bought, drinking it slowly. It was evening, almost dark enough for you to head over to the drop off location. It should be interesting. You had never seen one of Manta's ships before. Turning the key in the ignition, you started the van up and drove the quiet streets to the marked point on your map. You had just come in sight of the sleek black sting-ray shaped ship floating in a canal, stasis pods lined up on the dock before it, when you were forced to stop when three of Manta's troops, dressed head to toe in black armor, pointed their weapons at you and ordered you to step out. You slowly got out of the van, making sure to be as non-threatening as possible. "State your business," one of them ordered.
"I have a delivery of two for our partner," you informed the men. They looked at each other and lowered their guns, giving you the all clear. You walked to the back of your van, closely followed by the one who had spoken to you. Once the doors were unlocked, you pulled the teenage male forwards and handed him to your companion. You took the girl and slung her over your shoulder, following the trooper to an empty pod. You set her down inside it and the front of the pod shut over her. Glancing down the row, you counted five other teens besides the ones you had just delivered. You noticed the troops around you stiffen and face towards the ship. You looked over in the direction of their attention and were shocked to find yourself looking at the imposing figure of Black Manta himself.
He surveyed the small group of stasis pods, then ordered, "Load them onto the ship. We are departing in five minutes." His troops saluted him and moved the pods towards the open door on the back of the vessel. You watched for a short moment, admiring the beauty of the design, before turning to leave. You had barely taken a step when you heard a strong voice behind you say, "Stop." You spun to face Black Manta, who waited until he had your full attention to ask, "Who are you?"
"You can call me Switchblade, Lord Manta," you bowed, knowing from what you've heard from Sportsmaster that Manta appreciated respect. He was one of the main members of the Light, and you knew you had to be extremely courteous to him.
"You work under Sportsmaster, correct?" he inquired, tilting his head slightly at you. The full mask he wore was really cool, you thought offhandedly, but it would not do to get too distracted here.
"Yes, sir," you said, nodding. You wondered how he knew that. He must have talked to your boss at some point in enough detail so that Black Manta would recognize you on sight. You saw out of the corner of your eye that the stasis pods had been fully loaded now.
Manta motioned for you to follow him to the ship, saying, "Come. I have a job for you."
"Sir?" you trailed after him, not daring to disobey but really, what the fuck? He was not technically your boss.
"I'll inform Sportsmaster of your change in duty. I need someone to oversee the reception of our deliveries to the Reach," he informed you, leading you onto the black ship. You two walked past the seven full stasis pods, all of the teens inside of them currently unconscious. You easily picked out the two you had delivered among them.
"By that, do you mean I will be on-board one of the Reach's ships, Lord Manta?" you asked, curious why he would suddenly pick you for this job. You had never interacted with Black Manta before.
"Yes," he answered you, but did not speak further, leaving you to wonder if there was something more going on here.
"I assume there is something else you want me to do there, sir?" you took a guess on that, going off a nagging hunch.
He turned to face you once you had reached the cockpit. The vessel was already cruising through the sea. Several of Manta's troops were seated in the area, guiding the ship through the dark waters. He was silent for a moment, studying you from behind his intimidating mask. "While you are stationed there, I want you to observe what the Reach is doing," he finally said, "Report to me anything of interest."
You were dying to ask what the hell this was all about, but something told you that you needed to keep your mouth shut. Discretion was always useful, plus if you were on a Reach ship, you would have a better chance to run into Dawur again. You nodded and simply said, "Understood, sir." He seemed satisfied by your answer, turning to face the window. You took a seat in an empty chair, remaining silent and watching the occasional fish swim by the glass. You lost track of time, wondering where in the ocean you were. You had never been so deep underwater before.
"Sportsmaster spoke highly of you," Manta's voice jerked you out of your thoughts. You looked over at him, studying the red eyes on his mask. You knew from his file that they could shoot lasers. That would be awesome to see in person.
"Thank you, sir," you nodded your head respectfully at him and continued, "Although I wasn't aware that my boss had told you about me."
"He mentioned you recently," he answered, "He vouched for your skills, and your ability to follow orders."
Ah, so that was it. It was true, you did not verbally question the orders you were given and followed them to the best of your ability. "I do my best, Lord Manta." You did not know why he wanted you to observe... spy on the Reach, since that was what it really was about, but you knew better than to dig for details. Still, it was very interesting that Manta had ordered you to do so. There was something more going on here. You would have to keep a careful eye on the situation, and should something go wrong, then you would make a judgement call. Until then, you would follow the Light's orders. He did not carry on the conversation with you after your last comment. It seemed that Manta was a man of few words.
After a few hours of cruising through the ocean in silence, you spotted a green blur in the distance. Upon getting closer, the form solidified into the shape of a Reach ship. Your heart fluttered in anticipation. Although you had no idea if Dawur would be on the ship or not, the sight of it was exciting to you. The Manta vessel pulled up to the much larger ship, docking at an entrance of the side. Black Manta stood and exited the cockpit, walking towards the back of the ship where the stasis pods were. Taking the cue and getting up as well, you followed him along with two of his men. You glanced out the open door into the Reach ship, where Manta was already talking to the Reach Ambassador. You had seen the Ambassador before a few times, although you had never spoken to him. The two troopers moved the group of pods into the adjoining area of the larger ship, where Reach guards took over to bring the test subjects to another area, the labs most likely. You moved aside to allow the two men back onto the Manta ship, glancing briefly at them as they walked past you.
Suddenly you heard Black Manta's commanding voice calling for you, "Switchblade. Come here." You quickly approached the two, interested in what was going on, and stopped in front of them. Manta motioned to you, turning to the Ambassador and saying, "This is the one. I trust there will be no problems?"
The Ambassador smiled politely, "Of course not. She will be welcome here for as long as you wish."
"Thank you, Ambassador," you replied, bowing slightly. You were disappointed to see that Dawur wasn't around, but if the Ambassador was here, this had to be an important ship. You were bound to run into him sometime. The challenge was being patient about it.
"Very well. I will take my leave," Black Manta said, casting a meaningful glance in your direction. You understood the subtle look. He was reminding you of your more classified order. You nodded at him, silently acknowledging the command. You and the Ambassador looked on as he left in his ship, leaving you alone with probably the highest ranking Reach member you've met. Dawur was more important to you, though, despite the chain of command.
"Would you like a tour of the ship?" the Ambassador asked you, giving you a smile that you would have found charming if you didn't already belong to someone else. This Reach member was handsome in his own way, though nothing compared to Dawur in your mind.
"I would appreciate it," you returned the polite smile. You had seen some of the general layout of their ships before, but you would not turn down a tour by the Reach Ambassador himself.
"This way, then," he turned and began walking out of the room after making sure that you were following him. The Ambassador showed you around the ship, pointing out the different labs and areas that would would need to know about, including where your temporary room was in the housing section. You made sure to thank him for providing you with your own room. There was even a decently sized training area on the ship. The hallways were actually pretty large and the Reach style of architecture dominated every aspect of the ship. You did notice that for the most part, the colors green and purple were prevalent, except in the labs, which were a bright red.
Interestingly enough, you observed that the male Reach guards dressed in red, while the few females you did see wore a pale brown and white outfit. It looked like the females were mostly scientists, leaving you to wonder about their culture. The Ambassador did not take you into the labs, since your job only entailed security for the deliveries from the Light and you did not need to know what exactly the Reach were doing with their test subjects. You did not press for more information about it. You had plenty of time to figure it out on your own. He went over your duties with you, namely security, making sure the deliveries of test subjects ran smoothly, and coordinating when shipments would arrive. The tour ended where you began, at the docking area.
"I will make arrangements to have any supplies you need delivered to your room," the Ambassador said, "If you would make a list for me, I will have it taken care of as soon as possible."
"Thank you," you smiled, appreciative of the hospitality you were receiving, "I'm not picky, so just whatever human food you can get will be fine." You had no idea what the Reach actually ate and you weren't sure if it would be offensive or not to ask.
Crossing his arms behind his back, he replied, "Very well. I hope you enjoy your stay. Let me know if you need anything else."
"Will do, Ambassador," you said, and he nodded at you, leaving you alone in the room after that. Once the door had closed behind him, you sighed. Well, you had seen the entire ship and Dawur wasn't there. Fuck. You really wanted to see him too, but no use getting upset and brooding over it. At least you were on a Reach ship now. The Ambassador was pretty decent company too. You took your job seriously and busied yourself with going over the schedule for future shipments of captured teenagers with a nearby Reach guard in the hallway outside the docking area. You were determined to have anything regarding your duties running like clockwork, plus you wanted to maintain a good reputation. That was something that had rubbed off on you from Sportsmaster. You kept a discreet look out for any interesting information for Black Manta too.
You quickly fell into a routine on the Reach's ship. There was usually a delivery every few days from the Light. The number of test subjects in each shipment varied, but all of them were teenagers. The Reach guards took them to different labs. You had not learned anything significant about what the Reach were doing with them, other than realizing that some of the teens were disappearing. You had quickly realized what that meant, but it didn't bother you much at all. It was rare that stray kids were missed, after all, and you had yourself to worry about. You had never been a hero and you had no desire to start. Your thoughts often drifted to Dawur, wondering where he was. You ached to be touched by him once more, to be filled by his dick again. The images of your previous romps with him tormented you, especially at night when you were alone in your room. Even after pleasuring yourself, you still burned for him. It made sleeping very hard at times.
Other than agonizing over Dawur's absence, life with the Reach was fairly enjoyable for you.The Ambassador had taken care of providing you with food and you found all sorts of delicious items in your room, including chocolate. Even though you were the only human aboard that wasn't a test subject, you got along well with the Reach in general, making sure to be respectful in your interactions with them. The Ambassador occasionally would stop by to talk to you, although he was on and off the ship constantly, obviously very busy. He was always incredibly polite, to the point where it almost felt like an act at times. The guards and scientists you crossed paths with in the halls were decent conversation sometimes too, however, you mostly kept to yourself. You spent some time in the training room, usually when no one else was in there, making sure to keep your sword skills sharp.
It was getting towards the end of the month of February when you overheard the Ambassador talking about an incident. You were about to turn a corner and pass him when you heard him speak in English. Usually the Reach would talk to each other in their own language, so the situation greatly piqued your interest. You paused, remaining quiet.
"The mode was crashed by the humans. Subject Neutron is useless to us now," a female voice said. A scientist, no doubt.
The Ambassador sounded frustrated, "Did you at least acquire some useful data?"
"Indeed," the female replied, "The experiment with his meta-gene was most informative."
"At least it was not a total loss," the Ambassador sighed, "The humans have the potential to become an annoyance. We will have to plan accordingly."
The conversation between the two switched back to their own tongue. You silently backtracked, making your way to the docking bay again, where you had been spending a majority of your time. You pondered about what you had learned, quickly coming to a conclusion. The Reach were experimenting on humans for something called a meta-gene. You did not know exactly what it was, but you could guess from the name of it that it probably involved special powers. Based on that, you reasoned that not all humans had this meta-gene. You figured that the test subjects that the Reach disposed of must not have it. It was a solid lead at least. You did not want to make too many assumptions before you knew more.
The next day was even better for you.
You were sitting on a crate in the docking area, watching as Manta's troopers unloaded two groups of stasis pods. Right on time, thanks to your management. Black Manta himself was not there, although the Ambassador had just entered the room, looking over the newly arrived teens and giving a few orders to the Reach guards. You had been snacking on a bag of chocolate truffles over the course of the day and there was only one left. Frowning and looking down at it, you were considering whether to save it or not when a nagging feeling in the back of your mind made you look back up at the scene in front of you. The Ambassador was talking to someone in the Manta's ship. You were about to dismiss it and go back to debating about finishing your candy or not when the one person you had wanted to see for so long strolled out of the ship, walking with the Ambassador to survey the test subjects. You almost choked in shock.
Black Beetle stood next to the Ambassador, conversing in their own language. The Manta troops had departed shortly after Dawur had exited their ship. Your heart was pounding hard in your ears. You had not expected to see him again so randomly. Sure you had been dying to run into him again, but now that he was in front of you it was overwhelming. You couldn't help but feel overjoyed. Finally. You wondered if he had missed you as much as you had missed him. Opting to remain quiet and observe, giving yourself time to compose your mental state, you did not call out to him. Sitting still, you silently adored his figure, running your eyes along his strong muscles. He turned his back to you when the Ambassador pointed at one of the teens in a stasis pod and you took the opportunity to check out his rear. You smirked to yourself, thinking about what he would do or say if he knew you had just admired his ass.
The Reach guards took one of the groups of pods out of the room, followed shortly by the second, the door closing behind them. Black Beetle and the Ambassador were still talking to each other. You couldn't read their lips as you didn't understand their language. Dawur looked slightly annoyed, his handsome face darkened in a frown. He suddenly glanced in your direction, clearly seeing you, but he must have not recognized you with your mask on, plus you had strictly forbidden yourself to get turned on right now and give yourself away with your scent. He looked back at the Ambassador, who also looked somewhat annoyed. Maybe they were having an argument, you mused. You were silently celebrating your small victory in one-upping Dawur, but it only lasted a few seconds. You saw his eyes widen and he looked at you again, the recognition now clear on his face. You smirked at him, enjoying his surprised expression.
He said something to the Ambassador, who followed his gaze to you, and then turned back to the taller male to reply. Dawur glanced at his companion, replying again in his native tongue. The Ambassador nodded and then turned to leave, shooting you a smile as he did. You returned the gesture, watching him until the door closed behind him, making sure that you and Dawur were completely alone. Turning to look at the aforementioned male, you found him already prowling towards you, quickly closing the distance between you two.
"I did not expect to see you here," he said, coming to a stop before you, blatantly raking his eyes down your form. You blushed lightly at his attention. It was amazing how he could making you feel naked just with a look.
You smiled at him, "Not a bad surprise though, am I right?" His gaze held a hint of mischievous intent, intriguing you to see how this played out. You knew where it would lead in the end, but the journey there was always fun.
He cupped your cheek, his thumb caressing your face gently, making you catch your breath in surprise. He ran his hand down to the side of your neck, and murmured, "Not at all. Your presence is most welcome", his hand traveled lower and reached your breast, cupping it lightly and squeezing. You moaned softly at his touch. He purred, "Especially for entertainment purposes..." You knew exactly what that meant. Sex, and lots of it. He used his other hand to remove your mask, inspecting it. "This is new," he mused. You hummed an affirmative reply and he casually tossed it to the side.
Overcome with the desire to touch him, you reached up and traced the gray edges on his face, lightly trailing your fingers down the outline while he continued to fondle your breasts, making you whimper now and then. His eyes darkened at your bold action, the tension already growing thick in the air. You dragged your finger along his lower lip and whispered, "It's been too long."
His mouth curled into a teasing smirk, "Did you miss me that much, Meat?" He nipped your wandering finger gently, soothing the bite afterwards with his tongue while pinching your nipples firmly through your clothes. You moaned at the combined sensations. How you missed this, the interactions with him. He knew exactly how to play your body and you loved the combination of roughness and gentleness.
"Every day," you admitted, "And it looks like you felt the same." You couldn't help but grin at him. It was quite obvious that he at least missed the sex with you, given how touchy he was being right off the bat. It was a gamble to suggest that with him, but it was a calculated risk you were willing to take.
He humphed, his eyes narrowing slightly at your statement, but acknowledged your assumption, "You are correct." Incredibly pleased with that little tidbit of information he had just given, your heart almost bursting in joy, you decided he should be rewarded. You picked up your last piece of chocolate, unwrapping it while he dropped his hands from your breasts and watched you curiously.
You offered the treat to him with a smile, saying, "Here, try this. I think you'll like it." He looked at it suspiciously for a moment and you managed to not laugh, although it was a feat of strength to hold back your amusement. He finally leaned forward, confusing you for a split second before you realized what his intention was. You held your breath and lifted the chocolate to his mouth, meeting him halfway. The warm, wet feeling of his tongue sweeping along your fingers as he took the truffle from you made you shiver. His red eyes never left yours while you traced his lips after he took the chocolate from you, only making the experience more intense.
He pulled back and chewed the treat thoughtfully, a considerate look on his face. After swallowing, he muttered gruffly, "Hmm. Not half bad... for something Meat would eat." You smiled at that, happy that he found it acceptable. A devious gleam appeared in his eyes and he smirked at you, leaning forward to purr in your ear, "Although, I bet you taste much better."
You couldn't help but blush furiously, curious if you had gotten the right idea, "Wh-what do you mean?" He chuckled low in your ear, the sound of his voice doing wonderful things for the state of your arousal. A hot wet tongue lapped at your neck and you moaned, tilting your head to the side while he raked his teeth over your soft skin. He pulled you closer to him, moving you to the very edge of the crate and resting one hand on your hip. You felt a second hand slip down your pants to rub your already moist folds and you realized that you had guessed correctly. The thought of what he intended, where this could lead... oh god. Your body thrummed in anticipation.
"So obedient," he murmured, the tone of his voice very pleased, "You are already wet for me." His finger tip lightly trailed up and down the slit of your pussy, teasing you. You whimpered and rolled your hips forward, trying to make him stroke you harder, but he kept his touch infuriatingly gentle. You began to explore his strong shoulders with your hands, occasionally clawing at him in your sexual frustration and he responded in kind by raking his fingers down your back. He had never really talked dirty to you much before, so just hearing those words spoken in his sexy, deep voice send strong surges of desire shooting right to your core.
"It's your voice," you breathlessly replied, somewhat distracted by his finger entering your tight cunt, the sudden intrusion more than welcome. He slipped it deeply into your warmth, curling the tip inside you while at the same time firmly stroking his other hand down your spine. Your resulting moan was laced with the burning need you had for this warrior. You could practically feel the male amusement he was taking from your reactions to his touch. He slowly withdrew his finger, only to fill your aching cunt again with two. His lips curled into a smirk against your skin when your body involuntarily quivered.
"My voice? Do explain," he prompted, nuzzling down to your shoulder while he steadily fucked you with his fingers. You could only moan, unintelligible words sometimes escaping your lips, completely lost in the amazing feelings his ministrations were inflicting upon you. He paused his actions when you finally composed yourself to a degree and started to answer.
"It's..." you began, wondering how to phrase it and feeling a little bit shy about admitting how much you loved his voice, "It's a huge turn on for me. I... whenever you talk it's just... really fucking amazing. I mean..." you trailed off when you noticed his shoulders lightly shaking with suppressed laughter. You were a bit miffed about it and quickly turned your face to firmly bite his neck. He growled deep in his chest, the sound low and menacing. He pulled away from you to meet your gaze, his eyes burning with feral desire. You had meant to express your slight annoyance with him, but realized that your hasty action had only turned him on more. Not that it was a bad thing. What he did next, though... you knew the memory of it would remain vivid in your mind for the rest of your life.
He withdrew his fingers from your wet, tight cunt and brought his hand up to his face, smirking darkly as he inspected the moisture that coated his digits. Then, while holding your gaze with his intense red eyes, that you could not look away from right now even to save your life, he slowly licked your wetness from his fingers, clearly enjoying the taste as well as how focused you were on his provocative action. You could not move, your body felt like it was burning up and your mind was helplessly blank. He leaned forward again, bringing his face down to only an inch away from yours, his male presence completely overwhelming you in every way. Your heated breath mingled with his and he whispered against your lips, "Delicious."
You felt something snap inside you and you surged forward to kiss him desperately, wrapping your arms firmly around his neck. He growled at your bold action and tangled a hand in your hair, pulling your head back and taking control of your lips. A warm tongue swept into your mouth, leisurely caressing your own with long strokes. You moaned lightly, savoring the taste of him, noting that you could also taste yourself somewhat, as well as a hint of chocolate from earlier. He dominated you with hungry, deep kisses while you thoroughly explored the muscles in his neck and shoulders, occasionally running your hands along the parts of his scarab that you could reach. You became aware of a hand sliding down to tug at your pants. Suddenly you remembered you weren't exactly in a private place and anyone could walk in at any time. Breaking the kiss and catching your breath, you placed a hand on top of his, halting him. Trying to not flinch from his slightly impatient glare, you asked, "Shouldn't we find somewhere a little less public?"
"No. We will not be disturbed for another two hours," he replied, flicking your hand off his to resume his quest to remove your clothes. Deferring to his call and slightly worried that he might end up destroying your outfit again, you started to help him and took off your belt, which held your swords, placing it to the side. He purred, wordlessly approving of your submission and subsequent aid in his intention to strip you made your heart dance.
While he tugged your pants down your legs, revealing your soft skin, you asked, "How do you know that?" You kicked off your boots to allow him to fully remove the offending piece of clothing. He finished pulling it off you and tossed it on top of your belt. He could see your wet cunt now and smirked darkly, the lust clearly visible in his eyes. You shivered in anticipation, wanting badly to be filled by his hard dick after going for far too long without it.
"I am head of security for the Reach," he replied, running his hands down your now bare legs, "I know the schedules of all the patrols." He did not give you a chance to say anything, surprising you when he knelt down, gripping your legs and spreading them, baring your pussy to him. Your eyes flew wide open and you gasped, the shock of what you logically assumed would follow taking over your mind, clearing it of all thoughts other than images of what was about to come. There was no way... he wasn't going to... He proved you wrong and leaned forward, burying his face between your legs, his tongue running up your wet slit.
"Oh god... don't stop... please..." you gasped in between moans as his hot tongue lapped at your sensitive folds. He chuckled at you, the low sound of his amusement only making you tremble even harder. He was looking up at you from between your legs, while slowly exploring the most intimate and personal part of your body with his tongue. Just seeing someone as powerful and important as Dawur kneeling between your legs, pleasuring you, turned you on like crazy.
He was clearly enjoying your reactions. "How intriguing... my voice really does affect you," he purred after a particularly long and deep stroke of his tongue, clearly savoring your taste.
"You have no idea..." you moaned, your head tilting back as you rested your hands on his head, encouraging his actions, letting the waves of pleasure wash over you. Whimpering with every lick he gave your dripping pussy, you quickly became lost in the heaven he was creating for you with his talented mouth. His tongue brushed over your clit, making your body spasm slightly at the sudden shock of bliss. You gasped, overcome by just that slight touch, writhing with the need for more.
"Oh? Did you like that?" he teased, giving your clit another slow lick.
"Fuck yes...oh god, Dawur..." you managed to reply, your moans becoming heavy with need. He seemed to have figured out that your clit was incredible sensitive and focused all of his attention on it, sealing his mouth over it and torturing you with mind blowing pleasure. You submitted to the sensations and released control of your body, shuddering hard with every flick of his tongue, crying out wordlessly. He held your legs firmly, not allowing you to escape from his wicked mouth. You were pushed over the edge fast, the heat and bliss exploding in your mind, almost making you sob from the strength of your release. You collapsed back onto the crate, your legs still hanging over the edge, panting hard, dizzy from the effects of your orgasm.
He did not let up on you for a second. Immediately he was on top of you, his large cock entering your overly sensitive cunt, gripping your hips to grind you into him. You shrieked at the unexpected flash of pain as he began to thrust into you at a decent pace. He was growling, dropping bites on your shoulders and neck while fucking you roughly, slamming you into the edge of the crate with every movement. There was no gentleness in his touch now. Play time was clearly over. His deep thrusting was purely motivated by pent up lust. He must have really been wanting to fuck you for quite a while, and he was unleashed the full force of his desires onto you, seeking his own release. You were merely along for the ride, being driven into a frenzy of moans and whimpers. Quickly getting used to the massive size of his dick again, you rolled your hips into him every time he entered you, trying to feel him deeper inside your aching pussy. You had missed this feeling so much, the hardness of his pumping penis, the pressure of his weight on top of you. His harsh breath was hot on your neck, adding to the feeling of being completely dominated once again.
"Please... let me touch your skin..." you begged, clawing at his shoulders and chest while he maintained his steady thrusting. He grunted against your neck and you felt the armor slide back off those parts of his body, granting you access. Feeling incredibly happy with your luck today, you thoroughly explored his teal skin while he increased his pace, driving into you with unbelievable force. You could feel your second orgasm building up, driven by his pistoning cock. He pulled back from you a bit, looking down at where you two were joined, completely focused on achieving his own climax. You took the opportunity to lean up and lick his right shoulder, tasting the sweat on his skin. Your action seemed to trigger something in him and he stopped his thrusting, much to your dismay as you had been getting very close again, pulling out of you and flipping you onto you stomach. He held you down using his full weight on your back, the tip of his huge dick pressing against your entrance, tormenting you by not yet filling you with it again.
You felt his breath in your ear and he purred, "Tell me how much you want me." You shivered at the sound of his voice, whimpering pathetically. He just laughed at you, pressing the tip of his dick into your folds, teasing you with his words and actions. "Tell me," he demanded, nipping your ear. He was taking full advantage of his new-found knowledge of how much you adored his voice. You briefly considered resisting, wondering if you could outlast him and force him to make the first move that you both wanted, but you knew you could not win this battle of wills. He was the dominant one and you submitted to him.
"I ache for you every day," you whispered, "I need you inside of me, desperately." You panted and wiggled your hips against him, burning with the desire to be filled by his cock again. He chuckled at you, but did not give you what you want. "Please," you whined, "I belong to you and only you. Take me, Dawur." That seemed to satisfy him and he buried his length in you once more. You moaned in pure bliss. He resumed his hard thrusting, picking up where he had left off, sheathing himself to the hilt in your cunt again and again. He had your arms pinned down with his hands, not allowing you to move at all. He overwhelmed all of your senses. You could hear his panting in your ear, feel the thick length of his dick inside you, smell the combined scent of your arousal, and the taste of him still lingered in your mouth. He owned you, completely and without doubt, and you loved it. His thrusting picked up to an impossibly fast pace, tipping you off that he was close and causing your moans to become almost constant. He stiffened against you, pounding into you harder than ever a few more times, trembles running through his entire body. It was only when he moaned your name into your ear that you climaxed again. Your body shuddered from wave after wave of pleasure while Dawur filled your cunt to the brim.
He relaxed on top of you, not pulling out. He was quite heavy but you could deal with it. It was actually nice, feeling him resting on your back like that. You basked in the afterglow of you own orgasm, taking the time to enjoy it since he had not allowed you to recover from your first one. He occasionally lapped at your neck, soothing the bites he had left earlier. Your murmured your appreciation of his considerate licks. After a few minutes of recovery time, he slowly began to pump in and out of you. Pleasantly surprised but a little bit unsure of your ability to go for another round, you asked, "Again?"
"Yes," he purred, nuzzling your ear, "I am not nearly done with you. We still have about an hour and a half." Oh god. The implications of sex for that long with him were staggering. You knew he had a massive amount of stamina and he clearly intended to wear you out. You felt him lift his chest off your back, replacing it with a hand, keeping you pinned to the crate while he fucked you.
"It's going to be a miracle if I can walk after this," you told him, pushing back against his thrusts, already feeling turned on by his dick again. It stroked into you easily, aided by the great deal of wetness already there. Even without the friction, it felt amazing. His free hand stroked through your hair, tugging on it. The slight pain contrasted well with how good he felt inside of you. You mewled at the conflicting sensations.
He chuckled darkly, "I will push you to your limit. We'll see how long you last." He picked up the pace, his hips pounding into you again, his cock abusing your sensitive cunt. You shuddered at both his words and in pleasure. It would be tough, but you would not disappoint him. You would meet him full and take everything he had to give.
Your mind made up, you grinned, "Challenge accepted."
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