Maledict

For a heartbeat she melted into the kiss, savouring his taste. Then Ves bit his lips. "We're not some loving couple, jerk!"



Iorveth slapped her in the face hard enough to make her tumble. She would have fallen hadn't he caught her in time. She returned the favour and left a reddish imprint of her hand on his cheek.



Ves made him angry, sure. But the way she fought back and refused to be dominated turned him on much more than he had imagined she could push him.  Iorveth smiled. It wasn't like that cute grin he had given her earlier. It had a predatory quality that made Ves shiver with expectation.



He was up for the game and Ves had to admit there were few mmen who liked to play like  she enjoyed most. It was battled for dominance, everybody trying to get on top of the other and forcing their will on them. Iorweth was up to it but if he thought she'd go easy on him and let him win then he was strongly mistaken.



Before he could recover from the slap she was on him, wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing her legs up around his waist so that her pussy was pressed against his hard length. Then she kissed him with the ferocity of a wild cat.



Iorveth tumbled backward for a step or two when she lunged at him. He caught his balance quickly, folding his arms around her to support her. When she plunged her tongue into his mouth he met up with her, kissing her back fiercely.



Still kissing the beautiful Dh'oine, Iorveth pushed her to sit on the altar, shoving aside the gift she had given the ancient deity earlier. He slid his hand between her legs and rubbed her clit, her hot juices dripping over his fingers. She moaned into his mouth, bucked her hips against his touch and dug her fingernails into the muscular flesh of his shoulders.



Then he slid two fingers inside her moist cunt. She felt like hot velvet, smooth and soft and ready to take him.



Ves squirmed under his touch. He made her boil inside with his fingers fucking her in an excruciatingly slow way. He quickly had found out how and where to touch her to make her moan, keeping her right at the edge of climaxing without granting her relief.



"Bastard," she hissed, pulling at his hair to make him look at her. "You rotten son of a bitch, stop teasing me." She tried to reach for his cock to give him a payback but he held her tight, not allowing her a grip on his length. Snarling in frustration, Ves bit his shoulder, drawing blood.



Cursing under his breath, Iorveth shook her off. Now she wouldn't let go, clinging to him she rubbed her cunt against his dick. She was yanking at his bandana and he pulled away.



"Don't!" he snapped with venom in his voice. Ves stared at him a little surprised he would react so forcefully. He sounded just like the Iorveth she used to know. Hateful, spiteful, his whole demeanor radiating hatred.



Ves pulled the bandana off anyway and if she hadn't held on as hard as she could, he'd have thrown her to the forest floor. "Bitch! Bloede Dh'oine!" Iorveth cursed and spat at her. His face was a grimace of fury.



"Hush, warrior," Ves said softly. Her voice was so soothing he actually obeyed, completely taken by surprise by her change. She reached out to touch the maimed side of his face. The scar ran from where his eye had used to be down his cheek and ended only an inch next to his lips. He winced under her touch, turning his face away from her.



"You did that on purpose," he snapped angrily.



"So what? You can kill me when we're done and get your revenge," she mocked him softly. Before he could respond she pulled him into another kiss. Her hands entangled with his hair. First he didn't kiss her back and Ves feared she had pushed him too far. She certainly had laid a finger to a deep wound. Ves was about to apologize when he got over it and returned her kiss.



Men, elves, humans, dwarves - they all were the same.



Then all of a sudden he slammed her back onto the altar so hard he knocked the air out of her lungs. This wasn't playing anymore. This was dead serious. "I will make you pay, Dh'oine!" he hissed into her ear while she struggled to fight him off. He pressed her down, shoving her legs apart for him and then slammed his cock into her cunt so brutally he made her scream.



Ves bit her lips, trying to meet his thrusts when he rammed into her over and over again. After the first shock and when the wave of pain had ebbed away she managed to coax him into a rhythm that was pleasing for both of them. He still held her pinned down, fucking her hard as if she was a cheap whore he could use as he wanted. He was clearly dominating her, trying to make her submit to his superiority.



Well, he misjudged her if he thought she ever would give in to any man. He made her moan, he made her desire him, made her long for more - but he wasn't going to break her will.



She bucked her hips against his, taking his huge cock even deeper inside her tight cunt. "Iorveth," she gasped his name, her mouth opened for a cry of lust. It was real and still she was lulling him into a false sense of security. She stopped struggling against him and immediately was rewarded with his grip losening.



Iorveth's anger was fading away while he fucked the little bitch with his huge cock. She was excruciatingly tight, moist and hot. When he was done punishing her he would fuck her again, slowlier, to revel in the feeling of her cunt clenching around his hard rod.  For now she had to learn who was the one in control.



When she finally submitted a smile formed around Iorveth's lips. "Now...," he began - then she bit his wrist. He yelped, let go of her and she punched him in the face hard enough to make his nose bleed. Next he was on his back and Ves on top of him, straddling him.



"Now," she purred, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief, "it's time to do it my way. Be a good boy and you won't get hurt."