Nowhere To Go But Roanapur

I just wanted to see her again. No, I had to see her again…that woman… I’d even go so far as to put myself in that position again just to be in the same situation as her…to be with her…


My arms were pulled high above my head; wrists tied together creating painful tension in my shoulders. The blonde bastards had me surrounded, captured. I grit my teeth to the pulsing pain at the back of my head. How I let these dipshits sneak up behind me, I’ll never come to terms with. I glared at the men within my line of sight; they’d have to do much more to get me afraid. I growled at the closest; a tall man with blonde hair falling to his shoulders. He had a scar crossing the left side of his neck. Living in Roanapur one had to be strong. It’s the only way to survive these bleak times. He took another step closer to me and I lashed out with my heavy booted foot, kicking him square in the balls. He bellowed in pain, doubling over and I finished my attack with a swift steel toe to the chin. Blood erupted from his mouth as he crumbled backwards, out cold. The other men cursed and came at me all at once, their arms raised, hands clenched tight into fists as they proceeded to give me a beat down…
I spit out blood and continued to glower. My skills do nothing for me if I’m fucking restrained. Maybe I should start working on that. Definitely something to think about if I get another chance after tonight. The leader came at me, his Glock drawn and aimed carefully at my head. With a tick in my clenched jaws, I stayed still as he brushed his fingers through my hair.

“It’s very simple to break the spirit of the whores of Roanapur, men. Observe.”

Boss man gripped my cheeks, forcing my mouth open around the barrel of his gun; my eyes remained on him, narrowed slits focused on his cold blue eyes. His free hand roamed my chest, curving around my outstretched breasts. With my arms up so high my shirt was riding up, revealing the smooth expanse of my tanned abdomen. The boss called one of his lackeys over and used a knife to cut away my tank top; bastard, it was my favorite one. As if they were waiting for the tight fabric to split away, my breasts danced with their newfound freedom only to be recaptured in the boss’s hand. I swallowed around the gun and clenched my fists; what good they’re doing me.
Gunshots rang out and all the men turned to the back, weapons drawn and sighted on the only door. Top floor of a warehouse, I figured, by the sound of the echoes and the smell of the place. No windows either. A fitting grave for one like myself. They’ll probably kill me before they head out to investigate. Fucking sad, even thinking like this I can’t be afraid. However, why be afraid of dying when I’ve been dead for so long now? A heavy silence suddenly fell across everyone. I was still breathing around the gun barrel in my mouth; Boss man hadn’t so much as twitched as he heard his men dying. He ordered some men to go out and see what went down. As soon as they touched the doorknob bullets blew through the door. A bullet whizzed by my face, its close velocity cutting my cheek. Boss still didn’t move.
The strangest thing happened, then. I caught a whiff of something, someone, like me. Someone who had grown up under the muddy boots of the world, bathed in blood and gun smoke. My heartbeat started to accelerate. I was getting excited to see who this scent belonged to. Life always imprints a scent on a person, but certain events beat a stronger scent into people. The scent of those who have hit rock bottom and came back swinging, shooting…that was a strong scent. More bullets erupted into the room; taking out all the men around me, save for the Boss man. For the first time in so, so long I could hear my heart pounding, I could feel the blood rushing through my veins. I was well and truly excited, nipples hard, waiting the unveiling of the person beyond the door. Boot steps; slow and leisurely, a silhouette…and there… she was. Pale skin, nearly completely revealed with her hand cut booty shorts and a black tank top. With a double shoulder holster around her shoulders and a smoking gun in each hand she came into the room; smiling. A tribal inking on her right shoulder and half down her arm and chest, her maroon hair tied back in a pony tail save for some unruly strands. The sight of her did what the gun in my mouth couldn’t: my mouth dried up, my breathing faltered for a moment. Her narrowed honey golden eyes met mine before sliding up to the blonde man above me. I swallowed again; I’m not one for loving women, but this one is a pure work of art! Her body called to mine, calling with danger and dark promises. And fun.
The Boss buried his hand in my hair, yanking my head up, hiding behind my body, his gun still nestled in my mouth, though starting to press against the inside of my cheek.

“What the fuck is the meaning of this!” he bellowed, “Is she one of your gutter buddies, bitch?” he growled at me, shoving the gun deeper down my throat.
“Unless you are one of Goya’s men, someone’s intelligence has been slipping,” the woman sounded annoyed.
“It seems Chang is slipping in his age,” a large black man came in behind the girl.
“Seems, Dutch?” the girl growled, “Bullets aren’t fucking cheap. If we’ve been sent on a bullshit job, so help me god…”
“Calm down, Revy. I’m sure Chang will reimburse us in his folly,” Dutch replied.
“Dutch, Revy…you’re from the Lagoon company, aren’t you?!”
“That’s right, blondie. Got a problem?” the girl raised her gun to him.
“Tk, you have no grounds to come blasting in here and interrupting my work,” boss man said, though he was afraid, I could feel his tension travelling down the gun.
“Talk is cheap. Might as well finish what we started, ey Dutch?”
“Might as well, two hands,” Dutch smirked.
“YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU’RE DEALING WITH HERE!! I’LL DESTROY YOU!” Blondie yelled, turning his gun to Revy, ripping it out of my mouth.

Two shots rang out; I felt blood rain down on my shoulder and breast and the leather bonds that held me up snapped. I dropped heavily to my knees, almost falling forward as my arms swung down. I swayed on my knees, my eyes on her, on Revy of the Lagoon Company.

“I don’t know what you did to get caught nor do I care; you’re being here makes you disposable,” she aimed down at me. “Allow me to put you out of your misery.”

We stared at each other for a moment then; her golden eyes filled with a cold practicality. I watched the thought cross her mind, watched her want to pull that trigger. I have no idea what it is about her, but I almost yearn to taste her bullet, to feel the might of her gun tear through me. She started to squeeze down.

“Revy, no!” a voice from the hall called out.
Revy’s eyes narrowed in annoyance, though her aim never wavered.
“Chang wasn’t wrong. That is his niece. You can’t kill the cargo.”

So that’s why they were there. It was silent traveling back. After they brought me to Chang’s place, Revy left without so much as a word to me. No apology for nearly shooting me, just a word of pay to my Uncle and then gone. Of course the talkative Rock, the one who had spoken up for me, gave me some conversation and his shirt. Quite a gentleman. After a lengthy lecture and getting my weapons back, Chang let me hit the streets of Roanapur once more. Chang, leader of the Triad, wasn’t really my uncle. In fact, there’s no blood relation between us at all. He was the first leader I met when I came to Roanapur after escaping a slave ring. He claimed to know who I am, what I was, and took me in. He’s either a nice guy, foolish, or planning something.
I’d learned from Chang where the Lagoon company’s dock was, and silently headed there, keeping to the shadows. I was a ways away when I caught her scent as well as others’. I slipped into an alley, carefully peeking around the corner as I watched events unfold.
Revy had her guns drawn, aimed and firing upon the fools that thought they could surround her. The night had seemed flawless until she realized that they were out of beer. In a sullen cloud she left to get some and barely made it halfway past the docking grounds when the men surrounded her. Judging by their language and looks, I pegged them of Mexican descent. Bodies littered the ground, coloring the cracks and ridges with a wonderful red as their life bled away from them. Revy fired, without even turning much, in front, behind, and to the side of her. She heard the swift cutting of wind and looked up, firing before even making sense of the dead body falling at her. She jumped to the side to avoid it and was met with a staggering blow to the back of her neck that brought her to her knees. Another swift swing of the metal piping across her lower back and several more to her head dropped Revy completely. I ran out to aid her as I saw her lose her advantage, my whip sword in my hand and already curling around the neck of the nearest Mexican. I realized as his head separated from his shoulders that he was one of the men I’d very recently become acquainted with. All the more reason to kill them all. Bullets sped in my direction, I wielded my sword masterly; cutting some in half and deflecting others. A throwing knife was chucked my way and I nimbly dodged and resumed my defense.
I saw several men running off with Revy as their bounty; the distraction was barely a second long, but it was enough. In a life-or-death fight, any distraction, great or small, can end a fight quickly. And so for the second time this god damned week, I was captured again. By the same people no less. Joyous is the fucking world. Much like last time, I didn’t get to stay conscious to see where I’d end up. Kudos to God.


The first thing I noticed when I became aware was my sitting position. The second was my nakedness. I opened an eye a sliver, surveying my surroundings: I was back in a warehouse, either a different part of the same one or a new building altogether. On the ground a few yards ahead of me was Revy. Much worse off than myself. Arms bound behind her back with what I glimpsed to be a belt of sorts, she lie naked and struggling in the grips of several men. It was suddenly noisy; I realized it was always noisy – Revy was cussing and threatening up a storm. She didn’t seem scared yet, just thoroughly annoyed. She lashed out with her leg, catching a man on the chin, knocking him to the ground. Others caught her legs and held her fast. Revy was steamed, cursing and committing all the men to memory.

“Ah, the other bitch is awake,” I heard broken English.

I was roughly pulled to my feet, glad to see them unbound as I hadn’t taken note of it yet, and dragged closer to Revy. Another man joined the first and both held my arms behind my back. I looked over Revy; one side of her face was red and beginning to swell, apparently she didn’t much like the Hispanic reception either. Her neck that I could see was blue and purple, and bruises covered her arms and legs. Her teeth clenched, she glowered at everyone, resuming her loud threats of death.

“You killed our boss,” a Mexican said, his English better than his comrade’s, “So we’re going to get some personal revenge before we kill you. As for you, slave, we have unfinished business.”
“The fuck are you doing here!? Can’t you protect yourself, you fucking fool!” Obviously I wasn’t well received either. Sigh.
“Keep her pinned men. Juanes, get the camera! We’re going to make some side money here as well. A little extra dinero never hurts anyone.”

All but one man departed Revy’s side; that one man a heavy set individual holding firmly on her shoulders, keeping her pressed to the floor. Once her feet were free Revy drew them close, tightly. I was pushed closer still, and kicked at the back of my knees, dropping me down heavily on the concrete floor. I narrowed my eyes in a fashion that even made Revy be silent for a brief moment. I was unbound still; some men took a step back, but the ones in my immediate area brandished a weapon to keep me behaved. My chance will come. I met each of their eyes; oh yeah. My chance will come.

“You chicas think you’re tough shit, huh? Well look here Lolita; you’re going to eat her pussy until I tell you to stop, comprende?”
“Fuck you,” I growled, earning me a world rippling punch to the face.
“It’s not up for debate,” the muscled man retorted.

Juanes returned with a camera and gave it to Julio; the leader. He sneered at me viciously before turning it on and capturing Revy and myself on the lens.

“Don’t just sit there, have at it.” He ordered.
“God damned beaners,” Revy growled out, “Mark my words you’ll be wearing your balls as earrings when I get free!”

I turned my glare down at Revy. It was a chance I’d wanted since the first time I laid eyes on her, and she’d been on my mind since then, but these are hardly the correct circumstances. Never the less, I kept my eyes cold and distanced; no need for anyone to know that I may enjoy myself. Lying on her bound arms arched her back out, projecting her supple breasts and toned stomach up. She had her knees together, covering herself from full view. I kept my mind blank, carefully rejecting thoughts of how enticing she looked, much less how turned on I was by the situation. Not one of my most prideful moments, but a fetish is a fetish; it can’t be helped. At least no one has noticed yet. A couple of beaners came and fought with her to pull her legs apart. Revy’s thighs flexed with the effort of keeping them together, but the men out muscled her and firmly planted her feet spread, knees bent. I almost salivated at the sight of her bared to me. She had a most beautifully shaped pussy, capped with a few unruly dark wine colored hairs. What do you know, the carpet matched the drapes. What the fuck is wrong with me? I had to look away, to close my eyes and gather myself. I never noticed women, not like this. Why is this different? What is it about Revy?
I felt cold steel at my back, a dainty tip that pressed in. Turning my head and glaring at Juanes as he forced me to my hands, I was now in very close range of Revy’s voluptuous body. I could smell her; a strong musk that called to me. After a few more threats from the men and a string of curses from Revy, directed at all of us, another man came and stomped on my back, forcing me to the ground and on top of her. My breast pressed against her thighs as I dropped to my elbows to keep myself off her; though almost collapsed at the feel of her hot skin. Was she aroused? I looked at her nipples, my eyes scanning slowly up her body as I met her eyes in excuse to look her over. Her teeth were clenched tight and her eyes were sweltering with barely contained rage. Not aroused yet, just pissed. I felt the blade at my back again, making an incision and I knew I’d wasted enough time. With a sigh, and internal joy, I crawled down her body some and dipped my mouth to her folds. The guys cheered.
I worked my tongue expertly around her clit and erogenous junction; almost immediately pulling a sigh from Revy. The men cheered me on as I nestled deeper, hooking my arms around her quivering thighs. Revy fought the pleasure, cursing and threatening us all. Oh to do this without false pretense! She is delicious, despite her grungy tomboyish looks, not quite like I expected a woman to taste, but better than bitter. I knew she was almost about to come; I could feel it in the quick tensing of her thighs, the involuntary gasps and twitching of her hips. I suckled on her clit, my teeth clasped around her as my tongue assaulted her. Almost there, I could smell it... I was suddenly pulled back; shocked though having enough sense to let up with my teeth before I hurt Revy. My arms were seized and the blade pressed to my neck. My chest rose and fell quickly, my excitement showing, not that I cared now, as I licked my lips and watched the woman twitch and pant because of my handiwork. Or would that be oral work?

“Better than I thought you’d do, Lolita,” Julio laughed. “Let her settle back from the edge and you can have some more of her.”
“Why don’t you find some other whore to do your licking, you limp dick bastard!” Revy cursed.
“My thoughts exactly. Such an impotent pig,” I threw my vote in with Revy.
“Bitch; I got the balls I make the rules,” Julio retorted with a heavy kick to my chest. Shit why did I get hit?
“Can’t fight me one on one, can ya! Fucking beaner can’t fight a single girl without getting his cousins to tie her up first. Low life sack of shit!” Revy roared, struggling.
“Keep it up, Two Hands, and I’ll let my cousins have you at the same time. Get back on her bitch.”

Kicked again; sigh. Despite the pain in breathing now, I nestled back into the warm and still wet cradle of Revy’s thighs. After a heated demand for more action, I drew my arms up Revy’s body, grasping her breasts, palming her erect nipples. I firmly drew my nails down her skin, leaving slight red marks on her fair skin as I curved down to her hips. I don’t know about the men, but she definitely liked that. Oh yeah, the rattling breath that left her lips, the flexing of her thighs as if she were going to clench my head to her pussy…yeah she liked it. And she was at that peak again; that golden edge of orgasm. I saw the boot coming this time – straight at my face. I rolled out quickly from between Revy’s legs, she turned slightly with my weight but we were no longer touching. After a few more minutes I was forced back onto Revy. They continued this routine a few times and both, Revy and myself, was getting quite pissed. I noticed the cast of characters had thinned out in the room, but now wasn’t my chance. Only Julio, Juanes, and the heavy set man were still in the room with us. The chance was here soon. Of course, Juanes being naked now may mean a revisal to any plan is needed. I saw him half erect and looking at me hungrily; yeah, definite revisal. Shit. Even though I was still unrestrained, I remained still; panting to catch my breath. Revy seemed to be going mad with such denial of release. I feel her pain. Juanes steered me over to Revy again, his knife making another cut that trailed blood like the first one. I wasn’t fighting him much, honest, not enough to merit that kind of cut. He stopped us and began pressing my face to her groin once she had settled down a bit, though keeping my ass in the air.
I clenched my teeth, my cheek resting on the curly dark hairs at the junction of Revy’s legs, as I felt him swap his fingers over my own wet folds. I growled and felt Revy’s breath hitch as she felt the vibrations through her body. He held his fingers up and chuckled at the camera.

“I think this little slut likes going down on camera. Look at this!” he laughed again, returning his fingers to play in me.

I growled again, my throat rumbling in deep bass; Revy flexed a single thigh, drawing my attention to her. Her eyes were narrowed and dull as they shifted slightly to the man behind me. I dipped my eyebrows, almost snarling. He was not going to mess up my chance with Revy. Especially, forced or not, if it would be my only chance. I stiffly crawled up her body, Juanes’ fingers still playing in my cunt. I paused at her tits, pulling one into my mouth as I fiddled with the other manually. I climbed higher, dropping one hand to curl into her much as the man at my back poked through me; though I know I can do better. And did. Revy was panting, her eyes unfocused by the time I reached her neck. I kissed and licked her, playing for the camera and I sneaked up to her ear, nibbling her lobe. Her face was obscured from sight to the camera and she whispered to me. I gave her the barest of whispers, barely heard myself over our harsh breathing.

“I hope you’re as strong as you look.”

With that statement, I flung myself backward, hammering Juanes with my elbow and following through so as not to get kicked by Revy, who also acted immediately. She raised her booted feet to collide with the big man’s head. Revy used the momentum to roll and get to her knees, cursing as she stomped on the man’s balls, kicking him in the head, and leaving him bloody and unconscious. I made quick work of other man and we both turned to Julio. He’d dropped the camera and made a dash for the door, but I was there quick, pulling him back and Revy flew into him; throwing her body weight behind a beautifully executed axel kick. Pity for us she snapped his neck as he hit the ground.

“Damn beaners, fucking lez,” she turned her back to me, “Get this shit off me, will ya.”

Reaching to do so, I took a breath at the marvels of her ass. Such a woman cut of stone and polished with blood and death. Fucking beautiful. If I never got to take another breath, it’d be enough to fuck her for real. Frowning at my own homosexual thoughts, I undid the belt and tossed it to the ground. I looked around and found our clothes piled in a corner. I headed towards them, ignoring Revy’s complaints and filing my thoughts away for later; no need to be distracted now. My crotch hurt, Juanes must have scratched me when I elbowed him out of me. I tossed her top and her shorts at her, sifting through for my own clothes.

“Hey asshole, I don’t go commando,” she said, coming up to me.
“Find your own underwear, bitch. I’m not your maid,” I replied in kind.

I slipped my royal blue tank top on and pulled my underwear up over my thighs. My fishnets were cut up; bastards. I grabbed my camo pants and belted them at my waistline. Found my socks and boots further in the corner and grumbled to myself.

“Why did they strip me completely and let you keep your boots and gloves?”
“Fuck if I know,” came an uncouth reply.

By some grace of god, our weapons were in the same room. Are these people smart at all? I watched Revy put on her shoulder holster and lovingly cuddle her guns before holstering them. I rolled my eyes, picking up my own firearm and tucked it in the front of my pants. I bent to lift my final gun and knife, looking down at my body in a moment of thought. I frowned. Where was my whip sword?

“Son’s of bitches stole my sword,” I picked up my slashed holsters and shoved them in a pocket, checking the safety before dropping the secondary gun in the other. The knife I clipped to my bra and voila; armed again. “Wouldn’t happen to know the way out of here, would ya?”
“Can’t do shit for yourself can you?” Revy growled, definitely mad, but why at me?
“Fine, fuck it then, god damned ungrateful bitch.”

Scowl in place, I drew the gun I had at my waist and went for the only door. I opened it a crack and peeked out; oddly the hall was empty. I opened the door completely and stepped out, gun aimed at the ceiling as I waited for someone to walk around the corner. Instead Revy just pushed past me, mumbling, her cutlasses drawn and pointed to the floor. She walked into the hall, looked both ways and fired both guns simultaneously. I heard the cries of the dying and met her at the end of the hall. She went right, I went left. I walked through the dead in my boots, leaving bloody footprints for any who wanted to follow. I was pissed now. I’d been so close to making her cum. Fucking five times! Gah, fucking bastard kept stopping me. I figured out what he was doing after that second time, interceding for Revy’s torment more than my own, but it still maddened me; I came so close to tasting her in a moment of total abandon. I killed a man I barely saw and kept going, loosing fire unto more Hispanics. As if called by my brooding, my chest and face began to hurt, aching from the contact with Juanes’ boots every time I brought Revy too close to orgasm. I growled to myself; downing three more men. Her body was fantastic though; so fucking perfect! The shallow hollows at the junction of her legs and groin, the muscles of her body. Oh god! I will never touch a woman again, but I’ll never forget her. I only wished I could have held her more, memorized the curves of her hot body. Which reminds me… I wonder what they did to her while I was out; unless of course she burns that hot normally…could just be anger or the beating they gave her. That’s probably what it was… And that tattoo; such elements that made a volatile package. I certainly didn’t taste a man at her crotch and I know well the taste of men. Christ thinking of this woman was making me scatterbrained. Oh well. If only Daisuke could see me now; I shook my head.
I kicked a door down and was rewarded with a nightscape. Great, I made it out without her help. Better let Chang know that I’m still alive and free. He’ll probably turn this town upside down to get me back again. Lucky me to have a mob boss as my stand-in relative. He will probably never let me out on my own again for a while, crap. Holstering my gun, I turned the corner and kissed a barrel. Really? Are you fucking serious, I thought to myself. I froze instantly, already growling and questioning my luck before I looked to see who had drawn down on me. Revy. She looked almost scary with her eyes narrowed and covered in shadows.

“Now what do you want?” I grumbled; pissed off for so many reasons, I needed to go for a run.
She pressed the gun to my jaw, “I don’t give a fuck what you say; you are going to finish what you started.”

I think my jaw went slack. She did not just invite me back to her body, surely I’m dreaming. I saw the serious deadpan look in her eyes and my heart skipped a beat; she was serious. She was fucking serious. Guess it was good that Juanes kept pulling me back. Forget the run, this would do nicely to let out tension and burn energy.

“Like hell I am. I’m not some carpet munching whore for you to use. Go fuck yourself.”
“I don’t think you understand,” Revy said menacingly, “It wasn’t a request.”

I swallowed around the gun pressed to my neck and followed Revy’s lead. Secretly thrilled, I grumbled and obediently went where the gun pushed me. We were in another alley; I looked around boredly; my heart pitter pattering with the thoughts that filled my mind of Revy crying out for me. I haven’t felt this enraptured since Daisuke some odd years ago. We had been quite the couple; had been because he’s dead now. No I didn’t kill him. We stopped at a house and without removing the gun from my neck, Revy picked the lock and ushered me in, locking the door again behind her. We went through the dark house silently, as she led me down a hall, glancing in open doors. What luck to have come to an empty house…or maybe it was hers? Revy pulled me into a vacant bedroom, pressing me against the wall with her gun grinding into my cheek now. She was taller than me by a few inches which gave her eyes a little more menace as she gazed down at me. Her smirk grew as she slowly let the gun trail down my chin, down my neck, and she let the barrel nuzzle my breast. I gave her a shuttering breath and kept my eyes on hers. Revy leaned in and captured my lips in a kiss. She must not have had a smoke in a while because I could taste it faintly on her breath.
I pushed her away from me, panting. This was more than I could have hoped for. I watched the smirk spread over her face and just let myself go. She wanted this; she could have this. But I will be doing it my way. I let my eyes darken with thoughts of what to do to her. I pushed her again, she landed roughly on her elbows on the bed, gun still pointed at me, though her finger was no longer resting on the trigger. I pressed my hands to her stomach and forced her shirt up, letting her hardened nipples hang on the cusp of being revealed. I paid the dark fabric no mind as I let my hands roam and take in the feel of her slender and tone abdomen. I unhooked her belt and lowered her shorts slightly, revealing more of her wonderful hips. I cupped her hips in both hands, slowly bringing them closer under her breasts before I lifted her fully onto the bed. It must have startled her because she let out a curse. She clicked the safety on her gun and set it under the pillow behind her.
I climbed onto the bed, straddling her as I dipped my head to taste her stomach; a quick slip of the tongue. I freed her tits from the bothersome fabric and lavished them with my oral attentions. It wasn’t enough. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. We were both too long denied release. I pulled roughly at her shorts and underwear, drawing them down. They snagged on her boots but only briefly. I feel as though my gaze softened as I took in the shadow haunted curves of her womanhood. Whatever my glare, I hooked my arms under her thighs and forced her higher up the bed, towards the headboard. She tried to rise up and argue but I pushed her back against the mound of pillows with a narrowed glare. Unless she was going to truly shoot me, I was not stopping. Not this time. I smoothed my hands around her thighs, splaying my fingers to take in more of her sensuous skin. I could smell her wafting up, her scent inviting me down. I licked her thighs, slightly wet from her excitement after I forced her pants away. I wanted her spread wide; want her nether lips to open to me. I kept my hands under her knees and forced her legs further apart. I watched hungrily as her juices dripped out and slid to the bed underneath. With a final swallow I let my body fall to the bed and went face first to heaven once more.
She was so wet and wide with her legs separated so far. I was so hungry for her; I felt like I wanted to rip her legs apart, increase the depths of which I could reach with my tongue and eat her like a starving man. But I wasn’t a man and as much as I hoped I was for this moment alone, I had no penis to shove inside her to claim her as mine. Instead I can only rock her fucking world and make sure she wants to come back for more. From her twitching body and the rattling sighs coming from above I think I was on the right road. But it’s not enough yet. I’m just fulfilling a need, not leaving my mark. I brought my teeth into the equation, nipping at her most sensitive bit while my tongue whirled around. I played with the texture of my tongue as I lapped at her folds. Revy gripped the sheets beneath us, pressing her feet into the bed, rising up her pussy. I reached up and raked my nails down her body again. She cried out, her body rolling under me. I bit down a little harder on her and she brought her hands to my hair, pressing my face harder to her. I smirked as I felt the very near tangible wave of release shake her body, her organ twitching my mouth. I continued to service her; she was so sensitive now and so sweet, after an orgasm. I brought my arms down her legs, pulling them up and forcing them against her chest while I continue to eat her out. I performed my finisher on her; suckling and wrapping her clit up in my tongue while I applied pressure and almost pulsing strength through my mouth. Took me forever to perfect it, harder to do with a penis than a clit; I’m glad I did. A second orgasm broke out of her, followed by a mini quake and Revy writhed on the bed, dragging her nails into my shoulder. I sat up, smirking, gloating to myself that I made that happen.
Revy was panting, fighting to see straight, one hand crushed her left tit, the other now held the sheets captive in her fierce grip. I felt my back stinging with the air contact and knew she scored me something good. I stroked her tone thighs as the tremors quieted and she finally met my gaze. I can’t tell if she spoke it or if her eyes merely conveyed the words, but I heard ‘Again.’ Revy is much faster than I gave her credit for, and stronger. She completely flipped up, throwing me back up against the headboard and pillows. She pulled off my shirt and unfastened my pants, pulling them half down my thighs. She sat on my crotch, rubbing her slick pussy against mine. I sighed; god it felt nice. Revy certainly wasn’t done though. She nearly tore off my bra, my knife sliding down the curve of my belly. I gasped at the cold metal touching my molten skin. Revy smirked and picked it up, flicking out the blade. I felt my breath quicken, felt my body tighten, as she dragged that sharp edge around my neck and further down my chest. She cut the bra off me. I gripped her fleshy ass in my hands, my fingers digging in as Revy pressed the blade into the flesh of my tit. She didn’t cut, not yet. Just that dainty tip, that promise of pain.

“So you’re a pain glutton, ey slut?” she asked darkly.
“Depends on who delivers it,” I replied breathily. “I certainly wasn’t turned on by Juanes.”

I watched her with hungry eyes. I was so hot and the feel of her strength as her thighs tightened around me was almost too much to bear. I could feel the sheets wet beneath my ass and didn’t care. More will pool. I swept my finger along her slit from behind, stretching to get a good coating and brought it around to suck off. Revy caught my wrist, holding my treasure covered finger inches from my mouth. Her own sadistic grin only added to the spices. I sat up, my hands going under her breasts, around her ribs to lift her off me so I could take control again. I didn’t get far; Revy’s gun was held inches away from my left eye, the knife pressed in harder. She cocked the hammer, warning that the safety was off. The look in her eyes was cold; she got hers, my living on was debatable if I moved wrong. Holding my breath, I relaxed back into the bed, the gun followed me. My heart was thudding against my chest; I could see my tit jumping with its fervent effort.

“Didn’t say you were done, did I?”

She began to inch her way up my body; deliberately sliding her sodden pussy over my stomach and boob. I hissed in pleasure as she at the top of my chest; both hampering my breathing and putting her neden just within reach. It was almost maddening; I thought I was leaving an impression on her so that she’d come back to my bed, but I think this was a double edged sword. I just hope I wasn’t cut deepest. She rested the gun against my head, her finger still on the trigger. She tossed the knife aside and lit a cigarette with her free hand and smirked down at me.

“It isn’t going to lick itself, bitch. Get to it.”

She was in reach, but teasingly so. I nibbled on her thighs instead, coaxing her to get closer. She did, she sat on my face, Queen sitting me, resting an arm on the headboard while the other kept the gun on me. The adrenaline rushing through me! Oh! If I can’t top my last performance I don’t think she’ll let me live to make up for it. I could feel the gun pressing down with bruising force; feel the slight movements as her finger gently stroked the trigger. I let my mouth run wild with her delectable pussy, while letting my hands fly up her body, to swirl around her perky boobs over the curve of her ribs and down the ripples of her abs to splay over the swell of her hips. I couldn’t ask for a better deathbed. I assaulted her with tongue, lips and teeth – apparently doing a great job because of the way she cried out and ground her hips harder on my face. I could feel the headboard rattling under her pressure as she hissed out a cig smoke filled breath. I wrapped my hands around her knees, forcing her legs apart more, brushing against her boots. God; now that was fucking hot too. Fuck high heels, this woman and her boots have got to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever encountered; aside from myself. Spreading her legs not only gave me more to lick, but also gave me access to the air that she was cutting me off from. My body tingled; I dropped a hand to delve into my own slick body and sighed into her.
I sandwiched her clit between her fleshy folds and ground my teeth gently on her; just dancing on the line between pleasure and pain. Her sensors are as fucked up as mine are because she damn near snapped my neck with the speed and power of her legs closing, her back arching. I felt as though I pinched a nerve in my neck, my jaw going numb for crucial seconds. I increased the pressure slowly, mentally laughing as it seemed that Revy was trying to face fuck me with equipment she didn’t have; pressing herself so harshly on my mouth. My head was starting to pound under the pressure, but we were almost there! I forced my tongue on her, in her and she cried out. I barely heard the creaking of the headboard over her sighs and guttural encouragements. Oh yeah this pussy was definitely mine. I could feel the energy gathering in her, I could taste its flavor in the rush of preliminary wetness that oozed into my mouth. A few more oral tricks and several things happened at once: the headboard finally broke under Revy’s brutal force, we both came, and I felt her hand spasm, felt her pull the trigger. My heart was in my throat faster than I ever thought it could move. It felt like eons while I waited to have my head blown away in what I was totally putting down in my book as the best sex ever. Eons, to taste my heart. Eons to realize that the gun clicked empty. Revy collapsed backwards, twitching on my legs and trying to recover from the wave of pleasure that I smacked her with. I too had to pull myself together after my brush with certain death. I climbed on top of her again, my fingers going straight to my tongue’s second home.
Revy’s walls clenched around my fingers, bidding that they earn their place within her. Not a problem. I had three fingers dancing inside her fleshy cavern, caressing with a fierce heat, her g-spot. I think Revy was about to pass out. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her body clenching, her breathing labored… I ground my body against hers, my fingers fucking her to my tempo. Revy wrapped her legs around my waist, locking them behind my back, forcing our contact to be rough and strong. She flung her arms around my neck as well, pulling my face to her chest while she clung to me with strength I didn’t know she still possessed. Obviously not passing out. I began to nibble on her tits and collar as I stroked her deeper than my tongue could reach. Her body was making the most wonderful wet noises as we moved in unison, as I fucked her into the bed. I felt her enter me, and was almost shocked to realize that I was losing time too. She snaked an arm down between our bodies, mirroring my pleasantly positioned hand and dipped a few of her digits into my molten core. I was losing focus, I squinted my eyes, trying hard to remain coherent. Her fingers danced expertly inside me, the right pressure, frantic strokes. It was there, we were almost there; the next earth shattering orgasm. Sweat coated our bodies and the sheets beneath us, the temperature rising so high. I managed a glimpse to the side to see the drapes alight with fire. Added danger for my pleasure; perfect! I think Revy noticed finally too because we both brought our finger fucking to fever pitch; frantically reaching for that golden edge.
It broke over us unexpectedly; forcing a loud scream from both of us. I tried to rise up above her, but my arm trembled and gave out. With our breasts pressed together, Revy and I breathed heavily on each other’s necks, her breath burning the cuts on my shoulders, rushing to catch what breath we needed to get out of the quickly growing fire. I rolled off Revy, not realizing until my fingers fell free, slick and sticky, that they had been nuzzled still within her. I dipped the candy coated fingers to my mouth, sucking them off languorously and then I rolled again and made contact with the floor, after a quick breather I pulled to my feet and pulled my pants back up over my hips. Underwear be damned wherever the hell you are. And my bra. Fuck Revy; cutting shit off like that. I weakly pulled on my shirt and had my knife pocketed by the time the drapes were completely swallowed in fire and the nightstand was starting to go up. Revy was having more trouble dressing than I did; I love it. I crawled to her shorts that I’d carelessly tossed across the room and tossed them to her. I grabbed her gun from under the pillow and felt around the rumpled sheets for the other while she dressed. We holstered her guns and I pulled her from the bed and she stumbled in my arms. The smoke was getting thicker, harder to breath in. I pulled her to a half crouch and we headed for the door.

“Damn it, next time you wanna fuck in a high risk setting; warn me before you set fire to the setting!” I cussed as I pushed her towards the door.
“You like it don’t ya!”
“If we manage to stumble to safety without getting 3rd degree burns, I’ll have fucking loved it! Now go!”

We stumbled out the back door of the house, our legs shaking like jelly as we slid along the walls and around the corner. Thinking we were far enough, we sung to the street to regain our strength and our breath.

“I can’t believe you made me drop my cigarette,” Revy grunted.
“I can’t believe you actually shot me,” I said thinking back to the unforgettable climax.
“Well you like life or death fucking, don’t ya? Ya psychotic nympho!”
“You’d still be quivering on the bed if not for me, some appreciation is welcomed!” I yelled.
“You’re still alive aren’t you! Appreciation enough.”

Compromising enough, that is how the other members of Lagoon Company and my Uncle found us. No tell-tale signs of our night of sex, thank god, but being close to an uninvolved party’s house after getting kidnapped is definitely going to make who ever owned that home’s life a living hell. Not that I care. Because that was without a doubt, my most favorite sexual endeavor ever. Before we split up I told Revy we should hang out more. I don’t know if she’ll do it, but I’ll be ready anytime she is.