She waited. The error of her actions sending dread down her spine as she stood watching with a seductive smile and naked in all her glory for a godling to make his decision. He could tear her to shreds in an moment -- though she was certain he did not have the stomach for it. At first he thought it was a joke. Funny haha, hell of a way to kill a god, seduce him into bed and then what poison him in his own house? Slit his throat with her finger nail? Obviously she was here fro some other reason. She'd not given him a reason to doubt her, but he'd been hunted. She'd have hunted him if she had the right tools -- which she did not. That was her reason for being here. It was firm in her mind. He was just a tool. She repeated -- a very handsome and sexy tool, but still a tool.
An invisible force slammed her against the cold glass wall and Zef managed to hold on to the glass despite the air leaving her lungs as Jaxen stepped into her. His gaze was the one from before. And his lips on hers was more than before. Renewed and invigorated passion. The passion that comes from nearly dying on top of what they'd felt before in the depths of hell before the creature interrupted their dangerous moment. It wasn't a yes, but it wasn't exactly a no.
Zef pushed all doubts aside, the vodka dulled her senses only a smidge but the man before her he was all she wanted to focus on. It had been a while.
Hands, teeth and mouths explored. Zef was grateful for the change in clothes, she didn't need to peel Jaxen out of anything, but it was also a disappointment. He had looked very hot in the too tight leather which left nothing to the imagination. For that she was grateful.
It was a game of cat and mouse. Tired of being pressed to the now warm wall Zef pushed Jaxen towards the couch and he eagerly moved. The aggression from moments before dwindled away into a smirk of impending mischief. A smirk Zef was growing fond of. He was chaos incarnate and she liked it. Zef tugged off the remaining of Jaxen's clothes and smiled down on him, straddling his midsection and kissing him deep and hard.
The first time a swat of air landed on her backside she growled and glared at Jaxen. But the look in his eyes said it wasn't really a threat -- a reminder maybe of what she was playing with, but she dove deeper into the passion. Not that she had much choice, he'd flipped the tables again and she was on her back before she could blink. Breath taken from her lungs as he pressed himself against her and the passions resumed at heightened intensity.
Each shift in power only drove them deeper into the apartment Jaxen called home. Zef didn't pay much attention to locked doors or decor. There was only one thing on her mind. And what had started was no longer even a concern in the heat of the moment. All that mattered was the pleasure mixed with fear.
Zef wasn't sure where they were other than a floor, she bit and nipped at his chest making her way up towards his lips. Jaxen mumbled. "I want you to."
She looked up at him. "What me to what?"
The mischievous grin played across his lips. "Hurt me." And things got rougher on both sides. Nothing harmful, but the aggression grew.
Every time he used the power to flick her skin, smack her ass or caress her parts to made her growl, but each time the surprise only made things heavier and hotter and she rather enjoyed the surprise of it all.
But the truth of it all was, Zef didn't want to hurt Jaxen, not in any meaningful way. Pleasurable and fun and push the boundaries yes, but hurt no that thought fled shortly after meeting him.
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[[ I'll let you finish ]]
An invisible force slammed her against the cold glass wall and Zef managed to hold on to the glass despite the air leaving her lungs as Jaxen stepped into her. His gaze was the one from before. And his lips on hers was more than before. Renewed and invigorated passion. The passion that comes from nearly dying on top of what they'd felt before in the depths of hell before the creature interrupted their dangerous moment. It wasn't a yes, but it wasn't exactly a no.
Zef pushed all doubts aside, the vodka dulled her senses only a smidge but the man before her he was all she wanted to focus on. It had been a while.
Hands, teeth and mouths explored. Zef was grateful for the change in clothes, she didn't need to peel Jaxen out of anything, but it was also a disappointment. He had looked very hot in the too tight leather which left nothing to the imagination. For that she was grateful.
It was a game of cat and mouse. Tired of being pressed to the now warm wall Zef pushed Jaxen towards the couch and he eagerly moved. The aggression from moments before dwindled away into a smirk of impending mischief. A smirk Zef was growing fond of. He was chaos incarnate and she liked it. Zef tugged off the remaining of Jaxen's clothes and smiled down on him, straddling his midsection and kissing him deep and hard.
The first time a swat of air landed on her backside she growled and glared at Jaxen. But the look in his eyes said it wasn't really a threat -- a reminder maybe of what she was playing with, but she dove deeper into the passion. Not that she had much choice, he'd flipped the tables again and she was on her back before she could blink. Breath taken from her lungs as he pressed himself against her and the passions resumed at heightened intensity.
Each shift in power only drove them deeper into the apartment Jaxen called home. Zef didn't pay much attention to locked doors or decor. There was only one thing on her mind. And what had started was no longer even a concern in the heat of the moment. All that mattered was the pleasure mixed with fear.
Zef wasn't sure where they were other than a floor, she bit and nipped at his chest making her way up towards his lips. Jaxen mumbled. "I want you to."
She looked up at him. "What me to what?"
The mischievous grin played across his lips. "Hurt me." And things got rougher on both sides. Nothing harmful, but the aggression grew.
Every time he used the power to flick her skin, smack her ass or caress her parts to made her growl, but each time the surprise only made things heavier and hotter and she rather enjoyed the surprise of it all.
But the truth of it all was, Zef didn't want to hurt Jaxen, not in any meaningful way. Pleasurable and fun and push the boundaries yes, but hurt no that thought fled shortly after meeting him.
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[[ I'll let you finish ]]