To the Victor goes the Spoils

Authors note: As allways I own nothing! Yay!!
And you’re still out there reading!! Huzza! Hehehehe… okay, moving along with the plot!

She moved cautiously, he watched. She stood, he made no move to stop her. Not yet. Her fate, was decided. She was an independent Cenobite no more. He had saved her, at personal risk, making her life his responsibility… and her flesh his reward. She glared at him, pompous stud! she was a sharp blade, keen and newly forged, while he seemed to have been cast in the old times. She tossed her head up, attempting to glair him down. (thought she had unfortunately been born short, and all of leviathans efforts could not correct it.) Topec stepped forward until he loomed over her, destroying the effort completely. (Her eyes now level with his neck.)

“…I did not ask for your help.” One eyebrow rose.
“No, you did not.”

She took a few steps backward so she could see his face. “I did not want your help.”
“That is… apparent.”
“I did not NEED your help.”
He chuckled lightly, a deep sound. “That was not how it was from where I stood.”
“Well maybe you should have moved upwind!!”

Topec blinked, a little… spirited for his tastes, but variety was always… refreshing? She reminded him of his lieutenant, and a part of him wondered if he could manage two such creatures… without losing a limb. He took a step forward, she took two steps back.
“I will not touch you.”
“I do not believe you.”
“Believe, what you will. My word is not something to be doubted.”

She said nothing to that; already she was trying to place him. She had seen him somewhere before… but it was a blur, and too many strange feelings followed it. She pulled further away, bracing herself. She might be his by the rules of hell, and those rules were sacred, that was so. But she was not his in her mind. He would have to hunt her as any male would… or female, depending on what part of hell… never mind. She would not be satisfied unless he caught her, and that was all that mattered. Topec’s eyes went crimson for a moment, his hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his feet.
“I am not yours to play with child, I will not appease you unless I wish to myself! Do not attempt to toy with me, I am not, any male. If I desire to hunt…”
The pins in his face brushed her cheeks, and his eyes were dark. “…than I will hunt you, at my leisure.”

Something in her whimpered, something else sang. She reached out, cautiously, trying to decide where she stood… he slapped her hand away. “You insult me, then you try to touch? No child… you are not worthy yet.” His fingers ran over her, across her waist, her chest, her thighs… she lay still, let his fingers find their way back up her and to her breasts below her garb. He made a soft sound, almost pleased. The leather was pulled out of his way, and he trailed one finger across a dusky nipple. She whimpered, pulling slightly away.( Not yet, by Leviathan not yet… the hunt, the chase…) He stilled, and she feared anger. She wondered how he knew what she had thought, and how he had known before.
His eyes closed, she felt him collect himself, and watched in slight confusion as he stepped away from her. He turned his back on her, and said with winters chill on his breath,

“Run.”

Instantly she sprang away, pushing herself for all she was worth. The labyrinth flew past, and a few cenobites, observing her hast, stopped what they were doing to watch. Honor was important in hell, as was age, and strength. If you were too weak, and came to be a cenobites goods by that rout, you have no honor at all. However a hunt is a different matter entirely. The male must then catch her, and her honor and pride remain untouched. It did not matter that this hunt was a farce, that he was only stalking what was already his. She would not be lowered in Leviathans eyes for this; he might think her more valuable, seeing his favorite was chasing her.

A whisper from behind her, Zipe Topec was the swiftest in hell, the north wind. He came from the side and blocked her path, forcing her to turn and run the other way. Swiftly he fell into a pattern old as hell itself, herding her to where he would corner her, claim her… an old wildness reared its head in him, and he hounded her all the harder.
Twice her feet were forced out from underneath her as he gave her inadequate time to turn, she ran faster, though she was winding, he pursued. Finally she stopped, her legs shaking too badly to continue her flight, she was winded… and he advanced, eyes gleaming in the dark.

Running time, was over.

She felt him force her to the ground, panted and tried not to moan. She withered beneath him, unable to decide if she wanted to fight a little more or give in. brutally he held her, caught her eyes and held them as well. The decision was made, she was panting, in need, she would not run… not again. A soft moan, his fingers released her wrists, and one was trailing over her thigh. He stroked her sides, seeing if she would fight… no, her eyes had closed, and she let her head fall back. Good… just what he wanted. He bent over her, his fingers met at her naval, and she shuddered from the touch. One hand went up to cup her cheek, the other trailed down, running over her leather clad thigh. He rubbed, warming the skin below, and her eyes opened to watch him. She closed her eyes again, arched up into the caress… hissed as she felt him pull her skirt up, as he circled her with gentle strokes, his thumb rubbing where she needed a touch.
The sensation swamped her, she shivered, twitched. A finger teased her lips, running up and down them, tracing. One finger slipped in, then another, stretching her. Her hips bucked up instinctively, she creened… feeling something starting to ache deep inside… needing more than his fingers… she wanted….

A sudden chill made her gasp as her breasts were pulled free from the leather. He looked at her, silent, predatory… a gaze that made her throb in that deep place inside. she shuddered at the feeling of the smooth pin tips on her skin, very sensitive skin. He breathed on her, watched the nipples firm as he continued to rub below, let his tongue lap out gently, swirl around the bud. She groaned, her hands shot out, brushed his chest, ran up to his shoulders back down to his sides. Oh the ache… it was only getting stronger… Her hands twitched, one finger scratched low and brushed his length within his robe. He hissed, grit his teeth a moment, his stroke on her ready sex faltered as he struggled for control. His manhood throbbed, demanding more attention. Quick to seize upon a discovery she reached with new purpose, pulling him free from the leather, running her fingers along his need. He bucked into her hands, moaned from deep in his throat, shuddered as she slid underneath him further down, “…you are suddenly… very willing…”

She gazed up at him, her eyes half lidded, her tongue lapped his tip and he gave a soft cry. “…I was wrong… I need this, you, I need…” Her teeth scrapped against a vein and he shook and arched. She traced around him, tasting, getting to know the feel. She let her hand grip him, tugged a few times and cried out in surprise as something new hit her tongue, she lapped it, sucked at it, making him toss his head and groan… it was bitter, and yet…

Topec shouted as she covered him, her mouth wet, her tongue sliding under him until she lapped his base. He tossed his head back, panting. She began to move, sliding her mouth up and down, up and down, lapping below… he groaned, hips pressing forward, bucked at her attentions. She was whimpering now, her own need having grown almost unbearable, she moaned around him, and started to shake. The liquid returned, dripping between her lips and over her tongue now, she sucked at it and smiled at his soft sounds…

They did not know it, but they were by no means alone, eyes peered out of the shadows to watch this rare display. Topec pulled off her, spread her below him and moved to cover her, silencing her whimpers with a rub of his length against her thigh. She begged softy, spread herself and reached for him to guide him in, her fingers brushed his thighs as he thrust forward hard, pushing as far in as he could reach in that desperate stroke. Her shriek in surprise and need stirred him fully and he rumbled deep in his chest, eyes dangerous in their possession. He swiftly began to move, push hard, thrusting deep and long, groaning under his breath, letting her touch him, run her hands over him, kiss his chest as his movements grew faster. One hand strayed down to touch her, pinch her clit, she wailed. Her body jerked, her legs wrapped around him. He cried out, tensing and gasping from the feeling. She and pushed up to meet him, riding him as best she could. He hung his head low now, feeling the ache in his sacks swelling, the throbbing fullness of his manhood, the throbbing pull of her womb. His need slowed him, trying to drag it out..

Together they moved, pressing skin to skin, groaned and hissed, arched, panted and shivered… he was a lion, head at her shoulder, teeth bared and eyes shut. She creened and quivered, tossed her head and clawed his back, wild as he in the height of her passion. She shut her mouth tightly and suddenly, jerked on him, twitched and flailed, and her clenching walls milked him with her orgasm, her tremors and shakes.

He roared, all of hell heard it, after all, most of them were watching! He jerked, thrust deep, deep, deep… panting, spent, his arms folded beneath him and he slid onto her. She wrapped her arms about him, kissed his throat, closed her eyes and sighed. Topec lifted his head, finally noticing all the company they had accumulated, …and what most of those cenobites were up to…

Against his will he smiled a little, getting just revenge by watching them as they had watched him, thou he would have to lead her to his quarters soon. His consorts would need to look her over, and rank would have to be reestablished. A glint was in the back of his obsidian eyes, and he nuzzled the female below him.

Authors note: Makes you wonder when they find the time to torture souls doesn’t it! And I almost feel sorry for Leviathan, for since he is a giant floating diamond/box (causing a general lack of genitalia) he is the only person/cube not getting any!