Assassins' Night

The girl took her time examining the well toned chest in the driver's seat. Daken's tattoo sat on most of his shoulder and the left side of his chest. He looked over his tinted glasses as he peered out the window.

"Well technically, I'm still clothed. Now hop in before you freeze, Maria."

Maria jumped in and set her bag in the back of the car. After donning her seat belt, Daken stepped on the gas and drove into the night. The air was silent but there lingered a strange tension. Maria found herself debating whether to look out the window or at Daken. 'The latter has a better view', she decided. Subtly side eying him, she looked him up and down. Her cheeks flushed at the illicit thoughts coursing through her head as she admired his torso. 'Such an interesting figure. Just what is he packing below that belt?'

"Don't."

Maria snapped out of her daydream as she head those words.

"Don't what? I wasn't--"

"I'm driving. I can feel your head working overtime. Once I'm done, then you can put your hands to use."

His response seemed kind of brutish, but he was right. They both may have been feeling some heat but better to enjoy it in safety. Maria bit her lip and curled her hands as she struggled to keep them in her lap.

'I'm sure he can concentrate a little. Just one little touch'.

She reached her hand onto his muscular thigh in small strokes. Daken was a little surprised but welcomed the feeling. He wondered how such an excellent sniper could have such sexy hands. Such a soft touch. He exhaled pointedly, half of him focused on the road but the other half wanting to feel more of this touch. He rested his hand over Maria's for a second then unbuttoned his waistband before holding the steering wheel again. Maria saw she basically had a free pass.

They were still driving, so Maria couldn't do much without distracting him. Fortunately, the GPS showed they weren't too far away so...plenty of distance for a teaser, she thought. She worked her fingers over his zipper, pulling it down as her hand brushed against his skin. He seemed to react as he shifted in his seat a little. Maria was enjoying torturing him way too much, smirking as she slipped her hand down his jeans.

She paused as she felt around. It was dimly lit with the only light coming from the lampposts so she could only feel around. Her breath became ragged as she rested her hand; she could feel him getting aroused so she couldn't resist stroking him at least once. Twice. Three times. Four. Five. They finally arrived back at his place but they didn't get out. By that time, Maria had worked his manhood out of its hiding place. The dim lighting added to the tension as the light reflected off the windscreen into the car.

Maria was surprised. She'd heard he had a fit build, but nothing about being well-endowed. She scrambled her seat belt off which had been holding her back. Her tongue found its way onto his tip, her lips wrapped around him as she stroked his shaft simultaneously. Daken was in no mind to say or do anything. He still marveled at how good she was, given her profession. He could only sit silently, each stroke making him harder by the second.

"Chica, you'll pull a muscle like this", he managed to say as he held her head. Maria sat up a bit.

"My neck was aching a bit now that I think about it, heh."

"Come with me then."

Daken zipped his jeans back up, as best as he could, then the pair stepped out of the car, making their way to the front door. Daken unsheathed a claw from his wrist to unlock the door. Maria stood with her mouth agape as she watched him.

"Uh.. That's normal?"

"Yes. Gets in the way so I don't use it. And honestly", he stepped closer to her and licked her lips. "Your mouth has much better use than looking shocked."

Maria giggled as he led her into the house. It was dark, curtains were drawn and the smell of lavender oil filled the air...and fuelled the mood. Maria took initiative and pushed Daken down onto the settee. She climbed onto his lap, inspecting him like a treasure.

"You can't handle me Maria."

"Why not? Are you scared?"

"Ha. You've never been with a feral, have you?"

"Can't say I have. Should I be worried or flattered?"

"No. Just resilient. You'll be mush when I'm done with you."

"Sounds like a challenge. You better show me what you got then."

Daken's eyes travelled down her petite frame. Toughest bitch in town with such a sweet figure. Her frame may have been petite, but he knew she could handle a night with a feral. Hopefully.

He unzipped her jacket revealing a sexy blue bra, almost the same colour as her hair. But that wasn't what turned him on. Her collar bone was nearly perfect. Almost like a sculpture. He pulled her down towards him, then nibbled on her neck. He didn't use his fangs to avoid hurting her. Not when she may not have been as durable as Hannah was.

Maria gasped as she felt his hot skin on her neck. She ran her hands down his body and undid his jeans again. Daken slipped her blue trimmed shorts down and put them aside. She was sitting over his thigh and had relaxed her hips without knowing. He could feel her getting wetter the more he bit her. He gripped her neck and lay her down on the cold leather. Maria moaned with each bite on her skin. She was growing more impatient each second as he teased her incessantly.

"Man, keep me in suspense why don't you."

Daken smirked at her impatience, revelling in riling her up.

"Patience reaps rewards I guess. Especially this...".

He trapped her between his strong arms as he thrusted his hips forward. He knew it was her first time, even though she never said. He could feel it in her posture and scent. Daken may have been a brute in many aspects but never when it came to humans, especially women. It may be a one night stand but somehow, he felt fond of her. He relished her enjoyment as he felt her nails piercing his back. Maria opened her eyes slightly and managed to whisper.

"You're hiding your fangs....."

"You can't handle them... That's way more intense."

"I'm tougher than I look... Promise heh."

Daken considered it, then latched onto her neck with a slight growl. He'd also released a scent that drove her wild with pleasure, hence making each bite a little less painful. Being bitten by a feral is not really for everyone. Maria, however, had suffered several types of wounds in her profession. So a feral's bite was mild compared to that. In fact, it turned out to be more pleasurable than before and she found it hard not to moan with every nip.

Her nails were inch deep into his skin, enough to draw blood but somehow she felt his grip tighten as well. If his fangs weren't entrenched in her neck before, they were now. Each thrust was intensified until she could feel him throb inside her. The hot sensation made her arch her back and gasp for air almost. Her eyes fluttered closed as she seemed a little delirious; Daken watched her with a little concern on his face.

"Don't worry... I'm fiiiine..... Mmmf..."

Daken smiled once he saw that she was alright. She was bolt asleep. He got up and wrapped her in a blanket before taking her to his room. He flopped down beside her once she looked comfortable. He didn't realise how intense their little session had been until his eyes closed without warning, but not before he snuggled up to her.