Tempting V

Evey dazedly complied, as V virtually dragged her through the gallery’s corridors to his bedroom.

She had never once been in there during her stay. She wondered what it would be like. Did he surround himself with the books that he so loved to read? What was his bed like?

Was it a single or a double? Did he use silk sheets? What colour did he prefer?

She giggled at her inane thoughts.

“What the hell does it matter? I am finally going to get what I have craved for. Me in V’s bed, with him giving me a damned good seeing to.”

Evey thought crudely.

She offered a silent prayer that he would let her sleep after, especially after the taster he had given her in the kitchen. She was knackered.
But it had been worth it. It was phenomenal; everything she had thought it would be and more!

Lord! He had almost lifted her of her feet when he entered her. And the size of him! She thought he would split her in two.

But he didn’t, in fact she had taken every glorious inch of him and been thankful of it.

He guided her through the doorway and roughly kicked it closed; his impatience clearly evident.

She surveyed the room. It was nice; its décor on par with the rest of the gallery. Not many books, not like her room. A gilded chaise lounge, covered with well worn claret velvet stood against one wall. Opposite this lay a large Edwardian brass bed, covered with a black and red heavy cotton linen.

Very masculine, very V.

In an alcove at the far end of the room stood theatrical style vanity unit. This must be where he spent time grooming; perfecting his flawless Fawkesian façade for all to see.

“Christ! I’m starting to alliterate like him!” She chortled.

V watched her silently as she took in her surroundings, somewhat elated that he now felt able to freely scrutinise her features. No more covert glances whilst he thought she wasn’t looking.

She was positively glowing.

“Your cheeks are red.” He remarked out loud.

“So are yours.” She said cheekily, referring to the painted rouge hue that donned his mask.

“And anyway what do you expect after that performance? You damn near blew my head off.”

“I take the lady approves of my technique then?”

“Oh yes.” She breathed. Abandoning her inspection, she sashaying up to him provocatively. She placed both of her hands onto his chest and looked down towards his still exposed, very erect prick.

He saw her begin to dip, instinctively knowing what she was about to do.

“No!”

His exclamation startled her from her reverie. Her puzzled expression spoke volumes to him. She thought he didn't want her to pleasure him with her mouth. Her bottom lip began to tremble, as if she were about to cry.

He reached out and cupped her chin.

“I don’t think my legs could stand it again, sweetheart. You forget, I am almost twice your age.”

She looked relieved.

“That as it maybe but you and I both know that you happen to have the body of a twenty year old.”

He tipped his head slightly in acknowledgement of that fact.

“Yes, but please have pity on me. Let’s sit.”

He walked over to the chaise lounge and sat centrally on the plush cushions.

Evey followed and slowly sank to her knees, positioning herself between
his legs.

“Oh my God, this is straight out of my favourite fantasy!” He thought numbly.

“V”

“Yes?” He whispered in anticipation.

“Lift up your bottom and pull you trousers down further. I want full access.”

V hesitated. She had never seen his scars down there. Would she be repulsed?

“V, I’m waiting.”

“I…erm” Was all he could manage, not responding to her command.

“Fine.” She went to stand up.

“No! I mean, please don’t go.” He is usual confident tone absent.

“Are you worried about me seeing your scars?”

He nodded mutely.

“V, I don’t care. Are they any worse than the ones on your hands?”

“No, my hands are the worst but you should understand, over half of my body is covered with them. And in case you’re wondering, I don’t wear this mask for the hell of it you know.” He admitted heavily.

Her heart swelled at his honesty.

“Do you think I didn’t realised you were badly scarred? And did you really think you could remain fully clothed whilst we fucked? I don’t think so.”

“I want to see everything and not because I have some weird scar fetish. You need to realise, you have a fantastic body and it makes me hot just thinking about it. Now lift your arse up so I can get down there and blow you!” She ranted.

He duly lifted up and rolled down his trousers.

He waited for her to recoil in horror at the unsightly scars that covered his legs or at the very least close her eyes and head straight for his member. She surprised him by doing neither. She came closer and examined each leg, running her fingers over the bright pink and white mottled flesh. Her fingers traced a lazy path along each ridge and furrow. She offered the inside of each of his thighs a delicate kiss. He could feel her hair brush against the underside of his sac.

V’s head lolled back against the wall, she wished she could see his face. Was his expression one of content, ecstasy or longing? All she could see was Fawkes grinning at her.

She moved closer to him, he smelled of musk and soap and…her.

She poked her tongue out and offered his scrotum perfunctory lick. It contracted.

Flattening her tongue completely, she moved under him and licked long and slowly from his perineum, up over the ridged flesh all the way to the base of his cock. Cocking her head slightly to the left, she angled her mouth over his shaft and trailed hot wet kisses along its length. She straightened her torso fully and grasping his penis, she enveloped the head.

V’s breathing became shallow. Evey could hear it rasping through the mouth slit of the mask.

Her mouth descended further down the shaft. Her teeth gently grazed the sides for added friction, she also swirled her tongue as she went. Back and forth; up and down.

He moaned loudly as she increased the tempo of her rhythm. Whereas before he lay passive, now he began to move his hips in time with her. He pulled back as she withdrew. He couldn’t help it. It was instinctive.

As she descended, he thrust forward in an effort to increase the penetration.

He allowed Evey to set the pace.

He couldn’t last much longer, he wouldn’t. She was driving him wild!

Evey reached underneath and tenderly cupped his sac, massaging it gently.

And then it happened. He couldn’t stop it, anymore than he could stop the sun rising in the morning or prevent the moon from following in its wake.

He thrust his hips forwards and emptied his loins into her welcoming mouth.

He left his body at this point. He was floating, experiencing pure unadulterated pleasure at the hands of the woman he loved.

Exhausted and satiated, he looked down at Evey. She had never looked more beautiful to him than she did at that moment. Even though she was still wearing his bloody apron.

“Evey.”

“Yes V?” She flashed him a salacious smile.

“I think I have found my tree.”