Guilty as Cyn

After the hellhounds were recalled, and the guards had passed her by, she slipped out of the crevasse, searching for the man who had intrigued her. He was strong enough to protect her, should she need it, and smart enough to help her figure a way out of this hell hole, which wasn’t necessarily something she really needed. Need or not, he might have a view that she didn’t, or know something she didn’t and she wasn’t beyond taking advantage of that. If he wanted something in exchange, well, she’d deal with it when the time came, and given what most men want when money wasn’t an option, well, this was one time she might just be pleased with the idea.



She was standing in the shadows as he killed the guard with his teacup, and finally her curiosity about who they were to each other was somewhat answered. She still wasn’t sure how they met, but she also wasn’t sure that was important either. She sank back into a small tunnel, crouching to knee level to allow him to pass her, giving him time to settle his thoughts. She wasn’t totally heartless, and she didn’t need his mind on that when she spoke to him.



She took her time heading to her bathing spot, having decided that the time it took her to clean up would be plenty of time for him to clear his mind. She had very few pleasurable moments here, and like many of the others, the hot water was something that she enjoyed a lot. She let Kyra use the spot that she had picked out when she wanted, given the ratio of women to men, she figured that they had to look out for each other at least a little.



With only one way in or out, and the certainty nobody else knew of the place, they were both safe there to remove their clothes. The water, while pleasant on the skin, over time would corrode what little clothing they owned.



Placing her clothes out of the way and pulling the tie out of her hair, she stepped under the cascade of water. The air hitting the falling water kept it at a temperature that wouldn’t hurt her. She closed her eyes, letting the water fall down her back, through her hair. Like all of the others, she bore no sign of fat on her body, even in her somewhat sedentary lifestyle. Of course, her hard life hadn’t left her wholly without marks, She had a few scars on her, that was to be expected when a person lived by their wiles and fought for everything they had. The tattoo she chose to bare on her shoulder blade was a simple one, a snake twisted in on itself and eating its own tail.. She still had a womanly shape, and beneath her clothes, her breasts and rear were generously, and perfectly, proportioned.



Her back was to the entrance, and while she didn’t see the person step out of the shadows, she felt the presence there. She also had the strong feeling that whoever was there wasn’t a threat to her, if he was there had already been time to do something about it.



“You going to speak or are you going to stand there staring all day?” She turned her head towards him enough she could see him, but kept her back to him.



A soft grunt answered her, and she shrugged, turning away. She raised her head, letting the water flow over her.



“Why have you been following me?”



She smiled, so he had come to her. “Haven’t, well, not really. I admit to watching you, but I haven’t exactly been your shadow either.”



“Why?”



“I was curious, don’t tell me you have a problem with a woman wondering about you…”



His gravelly laugh sounded through the small room. “I somehow doubt that’s all there is to it.”



“Maybe, maybe not.” She chuckled to herself. She felt his arm snake around her neck, the hardness of his body pressed hard into her back. Something sharp and slick lightly ran across her throat.



“I don’t like games.” He growled into her ear.



She wasn’t rattled by the knife, it was the feeling that his body caused in her that made her shiver. She kept her voice level, though lower then before. “Such a shame, and here I was hoping…..”



His grip tightened, and she relaxed herself in his arms. “Like I am really a threat to anyone right now. You want off here, so do I. So I got curious.”



His grip loosened slightly, enough she could turn around, looking up at him. She smirked slightly, looking into his silver eyes. From the corner of her eyes, she could not see the knife that was against her neck so short a moment ago. His clothes were wet from the waterfall they stood under.



“You didn’t have to do that, I wanted to talk to you anyway.” She smiled slightly, keeping her hands at her sides.



“Why is that?”



“Perhaps we might have something to offer each other. I know my way around here, a lot of paths that nobody else knows about.”



He raised his eyebrow as he looked down at her, not saying a word.



She slipped her arms up slowly, placing her hands on his chest. “I’ve thought about using them, and then picking a lock or two, but I don’t exactly have the right….skills, to get past the guards there.”



“And I do.”



“Mm-hmm… you sure do…..”



“And what would I get out of this?”



“Besides getting out of here? Well, I don’t have much to offer really…”



“Is that so?”



“Well, there is one thing….” She looked at his chest, running a finger over his shirt in circles. “Course, that’s completely up to you….”



Again the grunt answered her, and she felt his hands in her hair, pulling her head back. She stood still as he lowered his head, breathing in her scent. She was shivering inside at the strength and domination of this man. She never had a man touch her in this way and let them live, with this man, nothing felt more right.



His teeth found her neck, first grazing then nipping the skin on her neck and shoulder. His free hand ran down the side of her body and around her waist, pulling her even closer to him, trapping her arms between them. Her heart pounded in her ears as his lips found hers, kissing her hard and deep.



She freed her hands from their place between them, lowering them to his waist and pulling his shirt out of his pants and up over his head. She looked up at him, taking in his features.



She let her eyes and body speak for her, showing him that she did indeed desire him, and was not just using him or her body to get something she wanted. Them working together was just a side benefit as far as she was concerned, she would have wanted him anyway, and as she stepped back towards the water, giving him room to finish removing his clothes, her eyes never left him, beckoning him to come and claim her.



His clothes were tossed to the side, and he strode forward, grabbing her wrist with one strong hand, and pulling her tight to him. Her hands slipped around his neck, pulling him with her to the floor. He hovered over her, eyes moving down her body slowly before kissing her again possessively, then trailing his lips down her neck, sucking and nibbling at her skin.



Slowly his hands worked down her body, lips and teeth following, her body arched to him as he found her nipples, sucking and biting gently, drawing out moans of pleasure from her. His fingers trailed down over her leg, making a path up and down her thighs before slipping between them, gently prodding them open. She willingly allowed him control of her body, biting her lip as he pressed two thick fingers into her, sliding back up her body to claim her lips with his, tongue teasing hers. She wrapped her arms around his back, nails dragging across his flesh as he brought her body to higher levels of pleasure.



If it were not for his lips on hers, she would have cried out from the orgasm, her body stiff and arched beneath him. When she dared to pry her lips away, she brought them to his ear, whispering in a ragged voice. “Take me…please….”



He plunged into her with one stroke, filling her and claiming her as his for as long as they were there, and she cried out. He silenced her cries with his mouth, as she dug her nails into his back, legs wrapping around his waist.



Harder and harder he pounded himself into her, panting and moaning into each other. Suddenly he lifted her, pressing her back into the wall and clasping his hands under her to support her weight. The stones scratched her back as she rubbed against them, her breath coming out in hot pants against his neck.



His teeth found her skin once more, biting her neck, marking her. Their bodies moved together until they both cried out in pleasure.



She lay there in his arms, with barely enough breath to speak, trembling from the quakes that had rocked her body. He had been everything she had imagined, and more. She glanced over at him and chuckled. After this who knew whether or not any man would measure up, she knew she wouldn’t be with him forever after all.