Eclipse Ch. 06

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Quinn and Kaydia open up to one another.
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Part 6 of the 9 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 02/01/2018
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Xanaphia
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Quinn hadn't really thought about what sort of living space Scarlet might have. Oh, he'd seen what Shadi had, but that was as much a mask as the blonde wig and the vapid expression. Scarlet was still something of an enigma - although one that he'd enjoy unraveling - and the small building in a nice but nondescript part of the city was a surprising choice. Not the kind of place he'd have guessed a successful and well-paid assassin would take. Certainly not what the holovids would have you believe. But then, according to the holovids, his living quarters should be ankle deep in liquor and whores.

The space was... spartan. It wasn't a large place, but it had crisp lines and an open floor plan. Much like her room at the Velvet Spire, it was devoid of personal touch, just distressed concrete walls and pale wood flooring. A wraparound couch took up most of the living area, with the foot of a large bed peeked out from the other side of the wall separating the room. Projected on the windows was lakeside scenery. The kind of living quarters maintained by someone accustomed to minimal personal possessions. The kind of place he'd grown up in, and that he was comfortable with. Which raised all sorts of interesting questions. If he searched, would he find a small satchel with her two or three most prized possessions, and a weapon, and a few essential tools? The sort of thing that he maintained, everywhere he went?

Who was Scarlet, he wondered. Who had she been, once upon a time? Clearly, he'd have to find out.

"So, what did you want to drink?" She called form the small, functional kitchen, examining her fridge.

"Dunno," he called back, turning to watch her pull a stocky purple bottle out of the fridge. "What do you have?"

"I have some spiced rum, a bottle of white wine, and brandy."

He pursed his lips in thought as she placed the bottle on the counter and headed towards a door. "Some water, actually. And then some of the rum," he decided. "Rehydrate a little, before I get back to drinking." A quick grin. "Helps with the hangover." He found the glasses and poured both of them two fingers of rum and himself a full pint of water. The water went down twice before he was even ready to consider the liquor once more. By then, Scarlet had emerged from the bathroom.

She was magnificent. Nothing about Shadi was unappealing, of course. And he'd seen her without her wig or contacts just last night. But her fiery hair was a wild mane of tangled curls, and her eyes glittered like emeralds, and her stance and walk had changed. Shadi strutted, displaying herself as a professional advertisement. But Scarlet prowled, a sleek and dangerous jungle beast. He watched her, desire and admiration frankly displayed in his expression, and then slid a glass over to her. "Comfortable?"

"I am. You could probably stand to be a little more comfortable, though, couldn't you?" She slinked over to him running finders over the hem of his jacket before hooking her thumbs on the inside, pulling it off his shoulders and hanging it up in the discrete closet off to the side of the bathroom. Her eyes traced the firm lines of his figure, not hiding her appreciation as her glance made its way back up to his face. "Yes, much better," she declared, her fingers brushing his as she accepted a glass. "So, how many more drinks do you think it's going to take to get you out of the rest of that suit?"

Quinn sipped his drink and made a show of contemplating the question. "About twice as many as it'll take to get you out of that dress," he decided, letting his eyes trace the collection of panels and straps that made up her outfit. "Alcohol lowers inhibitions, after all. And since I'm wearing more clothes it'll take more effort to lower mine..."

He swirled the rum in his glass, contemplating. "Now, as a gentleman, I simply can't allow myself to take advantage of you and the clear fact that it'll take less effort to get you naked. So..." he took a drink. "I'll need to get started first. That was one." Another swallow. "Two. And now, your turn..."

He took a drink, holding it in his mouth as he slapped the glass down on the counter and pulled her close. His lips were peppery from the spiced liquor, and the sharp taste of the alcohol accompanied his tongue as it slipped into her mouth. He pressed her back against the counter as he let the drink flow into her mouth and dribble down her chin as he kissed her. His hands, hard and callused from years of fighting, were rough on her skin as he explored her shape, but his tongue was soft on chin and throat as he lapped errant rivulets of rum from her skin.

"Almost enough," he murmured, voice husky with desire. Pressing his body against her, licking his lips at the feel of her curves against him, he groped blindly for his glass. Finding it, he raised it to his lips and drank. "One," he said, letting her taste the peppery heat as he kissed her. "Two," he declared, sloshing the glass and eying it critically.

He brought it to her lips, his cheek against hers as he did. "Your turn," he murmured, tipping it. The liquid splashed out, coating her mouth and chin, running down her throat and into the valley between her breasts. "How clumsy of me," he declared insincerely, a wicked glint in his eye. "Here, let me..."

Lips traced her chin and down her throat, and he moaned against her flesh as he savored her flavor mixed with that of the rum. Pressing her back further, arching her back, he worked down to her collarbone. Then his teeth scraped gently over the swell exposed cleavage, and his tongue followed the path of a rivulet of liquor.

Then he grinned up at her. "Well, hell," he laughed, examining a tiny damp spot on his shirt. "Guess I'll have to take it off..." He peeled the shirt away and tossed it aside, revealing lean muscles and a few scars, a testament to the life he'd led. Unexpectedly, his right pectoral, shoulder, and upper arm were covered with a single elaborate tattoo. An abstract thing of tribal design, all swirls and arcs picked out crimson and sapphire with black highlights. It rippled and seemed to shimmer as he picked up his glass and refilled it. "Care to wager on who'll be naked first?"

"Ah, wager. Yes, let's do that." She grinned up at him mischievously. "Let's see...the first person naked gets to call the shots. Sound good?" Her fingers wrapped around the bottle of rum and brought it over his lips.

"So, let's take a drink," she announced, bringing the bottle up to his lips, with the same care he did, letting the alcohol pool in his mouth and drip down his chin and chest. Quinn had enjoyed his version of "let's take a drink". But he found he enjoyed Scarlet's version just as much - if not more. The rum was cool on his skin and her tongue was hot and the contrast made him shiver with delight.

As her mouth found his once more, she stuck out her tongue to meet his outside their mouths, and poured more liquor over their outstretched tongues, clumsily splattering their mouths and lips. Teasing turned into an alcohol-soaked kiss, rum trickling down both of their bodies now.

Her spicy kiss, and the feel of her liquor-slippery body against him as she did her best to shrug out of her dress while pressing against him made his need for her consume him. He shoved her back against the bar, then, pinning her in place with the weight of his body. His hands were between them, fumbling with belt and fastenings as he shimmied and ground and finally kicked his boots and pants away. The boxers he wore were loose but they did little to disguise the extent of his desire. He grinned at her, kissing her deeply as alcohol-scented fingers fisted in her hair. "What happens," he asked, voice husky as his desire pressed into her bare thigh, "if we both lose?"

"If we are both naked, at the same time?" Her fingers slipping between his boxer and skin and her alcohol-scented breath wafted hot across his face. "In that case, I think we both win. So are we calling it a draw or..." She backed away and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Ever so slightly she teased at them, pulling them away from her skin and lowering them, tantalizing him with lay underneath, "Or am I about to lose?"

He followed her forward, bracing himself against the wall as he barely touched her, his thumb finding the waist of his boxers. "Define losing," he breathed, sliding his hand down her shoulder and arm to find her panties. He eased them down along with her, removing his own and kicking them aside at the same time. Then he forced himself to step back, striking his own pose. "Like what you see?" he growled. "Because I do."

With a fluid, cat-like pounce he was on her, pushing her back against the wall as he filled his hands with her hips and her mouth with his tongue. He leaned into her, flattening her breasts against his broad chest and using one knee to part her legs. One hand slid between them, flattening against her belly and creeping lower. His fingers found her lips, parting them and caressing the slick bud within. "You feel so fucking good," he growled, biting and sucking at her lower lip. He moistened his finger in her juices, then slid it into her.

A moan of pure lust escaped him as her walls gripped his finger. "New wager," he sighed, working a second finger into her. "First one of us to get off..." His palm cupped her mound as the two fingers began stroking in and out with a wet, sucking sound. "First one to get off has to fuck the other one all night..?"

"Yes..." she moaned, and he wasn't sure she'd heard him. Wasn't sure he even cared, as her desire dripped down his fingers. "Fuck... Quinn... fuck... yes!"

Her orgasm hit suddenly, with her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Breathy rasps mingled with the sounds of soaking fingers filling her sex as her core tightened. She clung to him soft curves molding against him. "Looks like I lost," she grinned, body still shaking from her orgasm

"Or won," he leered, bringing his drenched fingers to his lips and sucking her taste from them. "From a certain point of view..."

Her response was to shove him back and down, and he "oofed" as he struck the couch. She was on him before he could recover, hands fisting in his hair as she filled his mouth with her tongue, her body moving against his as she maneuvered. Quinn gasped into her mouth as her heat engulfed him, liquid silk clenching like a fist around his aching cock. "Damn," she murmured, making him lay there and suffer the sweet torment of her motionless sex around him, "you are so fucking thick in me."

His hands found the curve of her hips, nails biting into the skin of her ass. "And you are so fucking tight," he groaned back, flexing muscles to make his shaft pulse within her. "Hot and wet and tight." She clenched back, making him loll his head back at the sensation. "Fuck me," he breathed.

She began moving, a slow pace as she dragged her sex up his shaft and slid back down it. "Fuck," he breathed in a slow exhalation. "You getting off, teasing my cock like that?" His hands slid over her body, one cupping her breast and squeezing and the other gripping a handful of her firm rear. "You feel so fucking good on my dick," he groaned, thumb and tongue circling her nipple.

Another moan escaped him as she took him completely once more. "That's it," he groaned, biting at the nipple. "Fuck yourself on me. Use that tight cunt to milk my dick." He pulled her mouth to his, tongue slipping between her lips. "Fuck my cum right out of me.

"You like that? You like being fucked like this?" She demanded, forcing him to meet her lustful eyes with fingers tangling in his hair. Her hips rolled over him, burying his cock within her wetness, the meeting of their sex sopping and slick and sweltering. "You wanna pump me full of cum?" She moaned, breasts brushing against his chest as they bounced up and down in time with her momentum.

"If you want to cum in me, I am going to need you do something for me," She instructed, kissing and fucking him hard and deep. "I need you to call out my name, as I drain your balls of your load." Her cheek rubbed his as she moved and her hot breath found his ear. Tongue traced her earlobe and her teeth caught him before she exhaled once more. "My name, drawn from your lips as you fuck your cum into me."

"Kaydia."

Quinn's whole world had narrowed to the woman fucking him. All he was aware of was the taste of her lips and skin, and the smooth movements of her body, and the agonizing slick friction that threatened to bring him to orgasm at any moment. He moaned and gasped as she fucked him, meeting his demands with her own smoldering replies. Closer and closer she brought him, and it was only through sheer willpower that he hadn't yet cum.

Then she made her demand, saying she wanted him to scream her name as he came. "Kaydia," she whispered, breath hot on his ear. The name was familiar, somehow. Had he known a Kaydia before? But it was difficult to think. Difficult to do anything but focus on the woman who rode his cock and whispered sweet filth into his skin.

"Kaydia," he groaned, hands sliding down her back and squeezing her ass as he did. "Kaydia." He kissed her then, tongue fucking her mouth in time with the movement of her body on his. "Fuck me, Kaydia. Fuck... fuck the cum outta... outta my... fuck!" He threw his head back, his body arching beneath her and his cock thrusting deeper into her cunt. "Fuck, I'm close! Kaydia! Fuck I'm... I'm... Kaydia!"

Resting her forehead against his, the rapture passed through them, reduced to the occasional throb of his softening cock and the infrequent tensing of her well-fucked sex. Meaningless sounds of delight passed for speaking, as she tried to catch her breath, catching his lips into a kiss that was more sensual that frenzied. It was a few quiet moments of this, joyful sighs and lazy kisses, fingers tangled in hair.

"Thirsty?" She asked.

"I... could drink something, yeah," he agreed, chest still heaving from the force of his orgasm. He watched her stagger back to the kitchen, entranced by the ripple and roll of muscles in her backside., and then stared more as she returned. He took the water gratefully, drinking it down even before she'd taken a place beside him.

He hadn't realized just how much he'd missed her warmth and scent until she curled into him. He felt his cock twitch with lazy renewed lust as she turned a little, water-cooled lips tracing his neck. "So, did I fulfill my end of the wager?" she purred, nipping at him. "Or are we going to have to have another round?"

"Well," he answered slowly, trailing his fingers up her bare flank, "I think you may have met your forfeit. But..." He shifted, kissing her lingeringly. "See, I may have cheated. I'm pretty sure my underwear was all the way off before yours." His fingers traced her lips as he nibbled at her ear.

"Now, if I did..." Fingernails scraped over the curve of her breast. "If I did, that means you should be the one getting fucked all night." Finger and thumb closed on a nipple, pinching it in the same rhythm as his lips on her ear. Slowly, he began to push her down on the couch. "Tell me you want that, Kaydia. But you'll need to tell me what's off limits..."

"Oh? Why, what are you going to do to me? What do you want to do to me?" She cooed, feeling her heart beat race once more, at the potential answers to that question.

His weight was on her now, pressing her into the cushions as he straddled her thighs and held her wrists above her head. "If you don't," he whispered, leaning forward so she could feel his words on her lips, "then I'll have to assume you want me to fuck you everywhere I can."

Instead of answering, she pushed a kiss to him, deep and hard and greedy, legs moving to wrapping around him.

"Everything," She whispered, assuring and demanding him as her lips caught his, "I want everything."

Quinn made a low rumbling sound of lust and pleasure as Kadiya's thighs slid over his and her calves locked behind his knees. He met her kiss with equal force, tongues fighting for dominance as he ground his body against hers. "Everything," he whispered, voice filled with promise. "You'll have everything."

He kept her hands pinned above her head, plundering her mouth with his. How long had it been since he'd felt like this? How long since he'd surrendered to desire since he'd been with a woman who craved him as much as he craved her? Too long, and the knowledge that she wanted him as desperately as he wanted her was as heady a drug as any he'd ever sampled. She moved against him, breasts flattened against his chest, belly, and hips sliding against him, legs tightening, and he felt his orgasm-softened cock begin to harden against her stomach once more.

He pushed himself down her body, fingers sliding down her arms and lips sliding down her throat and then her chest. He dug his hands under her back, filling his palms with her flesh as he found her nipple with his lips. His mouth was greedy, hungry, demanding more as he licked and sucked. Teeth joined his lips, scraping the nipple and nipping the soft flesh around it. "Gods," he breathed, "you taste so fucking good..."

Quinn could have spent hours on her breasts alone, suckling and exploring them, learning their taste and their contours. But there was more he wanted. He pushed himself up on his forearms, crawling backwards, kissing his way over her stomach. His tongue circled her navel and then worked lower, over the planes of her hip and to the musky, damp curls between her thighs. He breathed on her slit and inhaled, drinking in the mingled musk of their shared orgasms, and then his lips traced her inner thigh. "Some men would find this distasteful," he murmured, lifting each of her legs in turn and hooking them over his shoulder. "They are fools."

His hands slid under her rear, lifting her hips and lower body off the ground, and his lips traced hers. His tongue brushed against her slit, and he moaned his pleasure into her cunt as he tasted his cum on her. Then he found his clit, sucking it gently between his lips and tugging and squeezing softly. "I want you to cum on my mouth," he whispered, breath hot against her. "I want to taste you as you cum for me, Kaydia." He looked up at her, meeting her eyes, and slowly licked her slit once more. "I want you mad for me, Kaydia." And then his open mouth was covering her cunt, his tongue thrusting deep into her velvet tunnel.

"Yes Quinn..." she moaned, running fingers through her hair as his mouth played as her slit. "Fuck me with your tongue." She squirmed and bucked into his face as he filled her with his tongue. Thighs tightened over his head as the pleasure grew, as his tongue caressed her soft inner walls.

"Yes!" She growled, lost against the feel of him inside her, surrendering to the rapture that threatened overwhelm, "More!" She pleaded, head thrown back and eyes closed. "More!" She demanded, squeezing him even tighter between her legs, not letting him up as nirvana gripped her and him. "More..." She sobbed, gasping as her complexion glowed pink.

She tasted amazing, and she sounded even better. The way his name dripped from her lips as she begged for him with her words and her body, drove him to new heights. His tongue delved deep into her velvet walls, exploring her depths as her thighs tightened around his skull until he became worried that he'd die from fucking her. But if you had to go, there were far worse ways...

"More."

He grinned at her, reaching down between them as he did. His cock was hard in his grip, slick and sticky from their shared orgasms, and he rubbed the blunt head against her slit. "More of this?" he asked in a husky whisper, hand pumping his cock against her. "More of this thick cock, Kaydia?" He kissed her again, tongue probing her mouth as he masturbated against her. "That what you want, Kaydia?" he teased. "Want me to fuck you to another orgasm?"

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