Ablaze

The sun was glaring at Comodo this morning. Sara Lindare slid the goggles off her head to wipe at her forehead; a Gallapago looked at her inquisitively as it slurped its juice, unaware of how jealous Sara was of the bird's cool-looking drink. Instead, Sara uncorked a lukewarm bottle of yellow potion and chugged it down.

The stuff tasted a bit nasty, but Sara was well experienced enough by now to know she needed it. Instantly, the aches in her body lifted, and the gash on her left arm sealed itself.

"Hey babe."

Sara whirled around, knowing who it would be before she saw him. His spiky red hair, goofy looking goggles, Jawaiian shirt and shorts with those absolutely woebegone flipflops; the Comodian gangster stood there grinning at her.

"Hello." Sara smiled as she whipped out her wind elemental damascus, holding out her buckler as she raised an eyebrow at him. "You know, you really don't give up, do you?"

The Comodian gangster shrugged, still smirking. "Can't help it, gorgeous. You're just too fast for me. But one of these days I've got to get a hit in at some point."

Sara rolled her eyes. "What's the point in that? Even if you knock me out, you know I'll just warp right back here to kick your ass... again."

He looked at her in a way that startled Sara; his eyes were hungry as he licked his lips and said seductively, "If I knock you out, I won't just leave you to warp, you know."

Incredulous, Sara slashed at him with her damascus at lightning speed. Caught off guard, the gangster fell back against the palm tree he'd been shading in.

"Are you crazy, you stupid gangster?" She demanded.

"I've a name, you know," He said irritably, attempting a kick but failing miserably; Sara side-stepped it easily and slashed at his shoulder. As she slashed at the other one he continued, "For a recurring babe like you, I'd've thought you'd known by now that my name is--"

She slammed her buckler into his gut, winding him as he crashed onto the sand; Sara said nothing, but looked at him curiously. Then Sara gave the finishing blow to his chest; blood spurted as Sara got up and sighed. "You've got nothing on you, huh? Well... you'll be revived soon enough, I guess..."

As she started to walk away, he coughed as he started to say, "Wait-- Sara--" Then he fainted clean away from blood loss. Sara whirled around, her eyes widening as she stared at him.

He had never called her by her name before. She had introduced herself, long ago, when they had first met right after she'd become a rogue. It had been a lot tougher to beat him up those days, but nowadays it was pretty much a cinch. Out of all his brothers, she tended to see this particular guy the most.

Of course she knew his name. He'd introduced himself that time long ago, too, and though she'd rather eat a Rocker than admit it, she'd found him pretty hard to forget. He was cute, and well-built; she'd give him that. Sara could tell him apart from his brothers, and that in itself was quite a feat. She looked at his fallen form hesitantly for a few moments. Then, berating herself for caring, Sara quickly made her way back to the jungle.

*

"Dude. She knocked you out again?" Darren opened his eyes groggily to see one of his brothers, Alan, leaning over him with a raised brow.

"Hey," Darren said feebly, "Stop staring and heal me you ass."

"Relax, I've got plenty of these things." His brother pulled out an Ig leaf from his pocket and presto, Darren was up again, though still severely wounded. "Was it that rogue again?"

"Yes," Darren groaned before taking a deep draft of potion his brother handed him.

"You're head over heels for her, aren't you?" Alan said lightly. Darren spat all the potion back into the bottle, much to his brother's disgust. "I *was* going to ask if I could drink some of that, but nevermind..."

"Don't say crap like that then," Darren muttered. Alan smirked; Darren was blushing slightly.

He couldn't help it. Ever since Sara Lindare had come frequently to hunt on the Comodo beaches, Darren had always noticed her. She was gorgeous, what with her long hair and very sexy long legs; he had spent many a night fantasising about her. He imagined countless times sliding his hands under that tight little thing over her breasts (he could always see her nipples through it), pulling her out of those tight little shorts, peeling off those ridiculous fishnets, hearing her quickening breath...

His heart thudded as he tried to shake the feeling away; however, it was difficult. She was so tough as well; what he wouldn't give to hear her moan helplessly in his arms, he didn't know... what would he give to be able to kiss those lips and feel her tongue pulse under his...

"Earth to Darren?"

Darren snapped his head away from his brother, now blushing furiously, as his brother smirked at him. "What?"

"I have an idea for you."

*

Darren nervously waited around, scuffing his sandals in the sand and kicking at Esthers and Clams in his impatience. He had no idea if this idea of his brother's would really work, but if it did... Feeling blood rush to his penis suddenly, Darren quickly distracted himself by pacing quickly.

Then he heard the sound of a crab shell cracking and thudding onto the sand. Spinning around, he saw Sara picking up a crab shell and tucking it into an item pocket, the corners of her mouth lifting into a satisfied smile. Then she saw Darren, and her smile widened.

"Well, if it isn't our favourite Comodian gangster," She said pleasantly, "Would you like to be beat up quickly or nice and slowly today?"

"I don't know," Darren said nonchalantly. Sara blinked.

"What?"

"Yeah. I mean, I don't really feel like getting--"

"I don't care what you think." Sara tossed her hair back and glared at him with narrowed eyes. "I'm here to make money, and you happen to have a sapphire on you every now and then. I need that."

"You mean this?" Darren pulled out a sapphire and waved it at her enticingly. As her eyes followed the sparkling jewel, he pulled out another item and continued languidly, "Or even this?" He smirked as she stared at his card with an open mouth. Then she shut it, and looked grimly at him.

"I want that card." Her eyes followed his hand as he tucked the card and sapphire into his pocket.

"Come and get it then." He said teasingly, and she lunged forward. Her stab missed as he stepped away hastily, and then he began running backward. She stared after him, bewildered, until he yelled, "You'll have to do better than that!"

He thought she looked gorgeous when she was mad. She tore after him, and for a few minutes Sara was in hot pursuit of Darren, who was sprinting all out. Sara might be quick, but she was currently weighed down with a lot of items.

Finally Darren skid to a stop, and turned around with a very disconcerting grin. Panting heavily, Sara pulled her arm back in an attempt to stab him, but she was hit with a stunning blow from behind. Blinking stars out of her eyes, she turned around to several more devastatingly powerful blows. Darren had dragged her through the beach and gathered together seven Fur Seals.

Though shocked and angry, Sara pulled herself together and tried to attack. However, her speed was strongly compromised with this many Fur Seals. Desperately she tried to hide, but the blows were too constant and frequent to allow her. Blow after blow rained on her, and after using up all her potions and realising she would be KOed, Sara finally grabbed her teleport clip and squeezed it.

Instantly, she found herself away from the wet sand of the beach and in the leafy area up on the cliffs. Sighing quietly, she slid down the trunk of a palm tree and sat down, exhausted and beaten badly. She had to give herself enough time to gather SP, and use her heal clip...

"Ah, there are you, Sara."

That hadn't been nearly enough time. She snapped her head up, her eyes widening as Darren leered at her, his height towering over her where she sat. She struggled to stand up, her hand reaching for her teleport clip once more -- she didn't want to fight him now of all times, not in her current condition -- but he was faster.

He did not wait; with a swift kick in the gut, Sara only gasped before she slumped, completely passed out.

He knelt down, waved his hands before her to check she was not faking, and then gently touched her cheek. He had never done anything like this before, and her soft skin felt wonderful. Knowing though that if she woke up before he had properly immobilised her she would teleport again, and probably never return, he gathered her form into his arms. She was light, and warm, and completely helpless. He smiled all the way back to his den.

*

When he got to his den, Darren set her down by the large palm tree he used to tie one end of his hammock, and quick as a flash he disarmed her of her damascus, buckler and item sack. He chucked them aside, and then he had her wrists bound to the tree trunk above her head with a good length of rope prepared for the occasion.

Then he grabbed the leaf and the seeds of an Ig plant and put them into her throat. She swallowed instinctively, then gasped and spluttered as she was revived. Disoriented, she looked at him groggily for a good ten seconds before her memory returned with a crash. She inhaled sharply when she looked around and did not recognise her surroundings at all.

"Wh-where--" She spluttered, but Darren kicked off his sandals and did not respond as she struggled to her feet. She tugged at her bonds, saw her weapon and buckler with her item sack away from her, and looked at him with her face paling. "What the hell are you doing?"

"What do you think?" He said, a smirk lifting his mouth as he pulled off his goggles and shrugged off his shirt. She pulled fruitlessly at her bonds once more before she yelled,

"You asshole! Let me go!"

"Do you seriously think I will?" Darren looked at her pale face, the uncertainty creeping into her usually confident violet eyes, and simply could not wait any longer.

He bent down and kissed her, just a swift one, and she seemed too stunned to respond for a moment. Not that he cared. He moved in again, this time crushing his mouth against hers, and he pushed his tongue well into her mouth and sought for her own. Now she began to make noises of protest, low hums of indignation into his mouth, but he didn't care. He ran his hands through her hair and held her still so she could not turn away, and continued his thorough exploration of her mouth.

God, she tasted fantastic. Her little protesting mumbles were only spurring him on further, but finally he had to breathe so he pulled away. She gasped for breath when he was out, and she looked at him incredulously. "When I am out of these ropes, you are a dead man." She whispered.

But her lips were flushed, and her cheeks had turned pink too, and even if that were only because she was so furious, he found that incredibly cute. He glanced down at her creamy thighs, noticing she did not have her fishnets on today. Ah, well. He took hold of her red jacket and pulled it apart, and inspected her breasts tightly packed into that little black piece of fabric.

"Don't you dare," She said venomously, but he just laughed and cupped each breast in each of his hands over the fabric. He squeezed and fondled, enjoyed their warmth and softness. She looked away, her eyes squeezed shut as she bit her lip. Then he slid his warm hands under the tight material and squeezed her breasts again. Sara still refused to look at him, but when he ran his thumbs over her stiffening nipples her breath shuddered and her eyes flew open.

"That feel good, Sara?" Darren whispered, rubbing his thumbs over them again, and though she refused to reply he thought he knew the answer. He ripped apart the fabric in one go, watching her breasts bounce and from the action and seeing her pert little nipples, raspberry pink and looking perfectly delectable. He rubbed and teased her nipples with his fingers in earnest, looking closely at her face for her reaction.

"St-stop," Sara finally let out, her cheeks growing pinker and her eyes conflicted, but Darren only squeezed her nipples between his fingers tightly. She moaned, softly and briefly, but Darren found it sexier than anything. He helped himself to her mouth again, drinking her in as she moaned softly again when he rolled her nipples about.

When he drew back, she was breathless and very pink. She avoided his eyes as she mumbled, "Damn you."

So Sara was embarrassed, Darren wondered, so utterly ashamed she was enjoying his ministrations that she could not look him in the eye? God, she was so cute.

"You are so adorable," Darren said easily, and Sara stared at him, her face flaming and her mouth open in shock. Then her brows knotted in indignation, but then Darren leant down and took a nipple into his mouth, giving her something else to think about. Moaning, she began to writhe, but he slipped his hands around her and pushed her chest towards him.

She weakly protested, "Wait..." as he went for her other breast, and she began to squirm again but to no avail; her nipple was firmly lodged in his mouth as he teased it with his tongue.

Darren finally let go and went back to her mouth, kissing her as he teased her damp nipples with his fingers, and Sara let out a soft whimper into his mouth though she remained unresponsive.

"So you do like it when I touch you?" He murmured between kisses, and she whispered,

"Why are you doing this?" She looked at him, her eyes bright. "I..." She looked away, avoiding his gaze as she mumbled, "I don't like this... Let me go..."

"Absolutely not." Darren slid a hand down and rubbed her between her legs over her shorts. She gasped loudly. "I haven't even seen this part of you yet..."

"Don't even think about it!" She said sharply, her manner back to her usually proud and strong self, "You-- you go any further than this and I'll kill you, I swear I'll--"

"Yell at me while you're helplessly bound?" Darren grinned as she glared at him, but her usual death glare was ruined by the fact she was indeed bound helplessly and she was flushed, with her top open and her breasts heaving. He pulled her tight shorts down, and though a series of absolutely astounding swearwords were furiously issuing from her mouth he ignored her for now.

"This is really cute," He murmured as he held her thighs apart to look closely at the pair of black satin panties encasing her privates. Her creamy legs were giving an enormous fight, so he held them tightly apart with his hands. He kissed her inner thighs, making her quiver and yell out more expletives, but then he ran a finger right against her slit over her panties. They were very damp. She stopped yelling, and he felt a shiver run through her body violently.

"Someone's very wet," Darren mused, and he swiftly pulled her shorts and panties down and off her feet, throwing her boots off at the same time. "Stop moving around, or I might have to subdue you more painfully."

Sara glared at him, but she gave up fighting so violently. She was still tense as hell, however, as he parted her thighs once more and spread her labia apart with his fingers. "That's the cutest little clitty button I've ever seen," Darren said, running a finger along her very pink clitoris, and she shuddered, looking at him pleadingly. He took two fingers and hooked them into her slit, and he pushed them in all the way. She was soaking wet, and he met no resistance. "Mmm. Someone was lying when she said she didn't like it."

She shut her eyes tightly, holding her breath, but it exploded out of her mouth in a sharp gasp when he began pumping his fingers in and out. When he enveloped her clit into his mouth, licking and sucking it as he pumped his fingers, she broke into a series of gasps and moans. Love juice began to seep from her hole, dripping all over his hand, and he stopped his ministrations for a moment.

Sara moaned, a mixture of relief and pleasure, but then he lifted her thighs and hooked her knees securely over his shoulders. Before long she was moaning and crying helplessly again as he held her thighs firmly apart and stuck his tongue as deep as it would go into her cunt, slurping at her juices and kissing her clit every now and then.

He slowly rubbed her clitoris with his thumb, smiling as he saw the little nub was now very stiff, and saw she was wetter than ever. She was panting. "You're on the brink of an orgasm, aren't you?" He said, but she only let out a noise like a sob.

He carefully placed her legs back under her and stood up to look at her face properly. She was on the brink of tears, her face looking mortified and her cheeks now permanently red. He wiped his mouth, and turned her chin forcibly so she would face him. She avoided his gaze at first, but then she looked at him, and he saw the lust in her eyes.

Darren liked her like this very, very much.

"Get down on your knees."

She looked away resentfully, so he forced her down to her knees. It wasn't hard; she was shaky from all the oral pleasure she'd been given. And he finally extricated himself from his pants; the pain had been getting unbearable. Before she had a proper look at it, he had his hot member deep down her throat.

Before she choked, he pulled it out again, but before she had a chance to speak her mouth was full of him once more. In, out, in, out. God, her mouth was hot and wet and damn it, her eyes were on him... He could hardly help himself pumping in and out of her mouth with increasing speed, her little noises of surprise and protest spurring him forward.

"Come on, babe," He rasped, his fingers curling in her hair tighter, "Use some tongue."

To his immense surprise, just as he pulled out, she tightened her lips around the head of his cock and roved her tongue over it. He gave an involuntary shudder of pleasure from the sensation, and for a moment he stopped moving to stare.

She was still looking up at him, his cock still in her mouth, flushed, but her eyes shining strangely. She licked the head of his cock again, still gazing into his eyes, and he breathed out in a low hiss.

She latched onto the head of his cock and sucked hard, the tip of her tongue exploring, and he found it difficult to keep standing. His fingers flexed quite uncontrollably in her hair, his cock stiffening and swelling in her mouth, and he found his breath growing increasingly ragged...

As she released his cock from her mouth, she dragged her tongue slowly up his shaft and sucked one of his balls. She was still giving him that maddeningly saucy look as she kissed and sucked the other one. God, they were sensitive; pre-cum began leaking from his slit in creamy beads, and he sucked in breath sharply when she enveloped his cock in her mouth and sucked away.

"Damn, Sara," He said with difficulty, stroking her hair away from her mouth with his fingers, "You must be some whore to know to suck like that..."

She only sucked harder, and with a loud grunt, he came. In wild spurts, he rammed his cock further into her warm mouth and shot his cum down her throat. She swallowed without spitting and without flinching, though a few drops escaped near the end and dripped onto her breasts.

When he had finished, he let out a deep sigh, and slid his cock out of her mouth. His hands trailed down to rest against the nape of her neck and he stroked her there gently with his thumbs as he closed his eyes, recovering.

"You're still hard," She said quietly, somewhat in surprise, disappointment and marvel all mixed in one.

"Were you hoping I'd run out of steam, and wouldn't fuck you?" He muttered, peering at her with one eye open.

She didn't answer, and only gazed at him with what seemed like mounting trepidation and lust.

"Just so you know," He said more strongly, taking his hands away from her neck somewhat reluctantly, "I'm more desperate than ever to get my cock in your little cunt... Especially after that little stunt you just pulled." He bent down and looked her in the eye; she did not look away.

He kissed her, softly. She did not respond, but she closed her eyes. He kissed her cheek and traveled along her jawline, nipping her earlobe between his lips. She let out a low whine of protest as his hands traveled down to her breasts and massaged the soft mounds insistently. As he played with her sensitive nipples, he felt her move below. Glancing down, he saw her squeezing her legs together tightly.

"Getting a little tense, are we?" He teased, rubbing her lower belly with one warm palm and continuing to play with a nipple with his other hand. She gasped as his fingertips brushed against her labia, and her legs spread invitingly against her will. "Desperate for cock to fill you?"

"If you're going to fuck me," She whispered, her eyes shut tightly, "Then just do it, damn it."

"Ask me for it," He said pleasantly, and she replied shortly,

"I'm not asking for anything."

"Really now."

In one swift move, Darren ripped the ropes binding her to the tree trunk away. She seemed too startled to react properly, and before she'd realised what he had done, Darren had pushed her to the ground onto her knees. Her arms flailed as she attempted to get up, but he grabbed her arms from behind firmly.

He positioned his cock and in one thrust filled her to the hilt. He closed his eyes for a moment, lost in the warmth and tightness of her pussy. She let out a loud, extravagant moan, her hands flexing weakly. Then he pulled out, his stiffness dragging deliciously against her hot walls, and pushed in again with a grunt; she let out a short scream of pure pleasure, and that was all the encouragement Darren could have asked for.

"Bet that's just what you needed," He grunted as he thrust in and out of her with increasing speed, "A cock nice and deep in you, right?"

Sara tried to say something, a protest perhaps, but it came out more like a long, loud groan of fierce pleasure. He was thrusting into her with reckless abandon now, his balls slapping mercilessly against her labia; her breath came out in short gasps and moans. Suddenly, Sara's arms stiffened and her back arched as her entire body tensed. He groaned as her cunt squeezed his cock tightly as she orgasmed; she screamed long and loud before slumping.

Darren had not come yet, however. His cock still in her cunt, he let go of her arms to slip his hands under her thighs and lift her up. She let out a soft noise of protest, her afterglow still present and her pussy still very sensitive, but in effort to not fall flat on her face her hands automatically found hold on his arms. He staggered backwards and sat down at the edge of his hammock, balancing her in his lap, and her hands attempted to grasp his arms more strongly.

Somewhat wary of her previous threat that she would kill him once she was out of her bonds, he hastily gripped her thighs by the knee and began to pump her over his extremely stiff cock. Sara's hands slipped off his arms; flailing and gasping, her hands fell to his thighs. Sara found herself incapable of doing much more than balancing herself by holding onto his thighs, her head and back against Darren's firm chest; the sensation of his cock inside her in this position was almost too much to handle.

"I--I can't," She barely managed to say, wincing, but she had only just said it when he suddenly groaned. Her hands on his thighs, holding him so tightly, had finally driven him over the edge. He pushed into her as deep as he could before he spurted heavily, grunts escaping from his throat with every spurt, and then he lost balance.

Together they tumbled backward into his hammock; for a moment it was all a confused mess of Sara's violet hair and soft breasts and legs. His cock slid out of her at one point as the hammock swayed crazily. Then he found himself pinned under her, Sara leaning on top of him with her breasts heaving and her hands pushing his shoulders down. Her eyes bore into him, and Darren realised she now had the upper-hand. She could finally kill him. Well, he mused, at least his last moment in life would be of a fantastic view.

For a while, however, neither of them moved. Sara's legs were intertwined with Darren's, so his cock was pressed against her thigh and her soaked pussy against his thigh. Her nipples gently brushed against his chest with every breath, and they were distracting him, solemn as the situation was growing. As it was, she was staring at him intently, and he simply looked back, waiting.

Finally, she spoke.

"Do you do this to every girl you meet?"

Her voice was quiet, and her violet eyes were more gorgeous than ever when they looked this serious.

"If the answer is yes, would you be jealous?" Darren asked, and he tried his best to suppress a smirk, though perhaps it wasn't entirely successful, for Sara scowled.

"Just answer the question, you asshole."

Darren sighed. "No, babe, I don't."

"So you just felt like a fuck buddy, and I happened by." Sara's eyes were indecipherable.

"No, Sara." Her eyes widened at the sound of her name, but her stance remained steady.

There was a long pause. Then Sara exhaled slowly, and lifted her weight from him, and sat up. The hammock gave a little swing as she began to move away. He didn't want to give her the chance to get out of the hammock just yet; not now that he knew she wouldn't kill him. With her weight off, he immediately latched onto her, his arms intertwining with hers and pulling them behind her.

"What the--" She said, startled, but his mouth pressed hotly against the nape of her neck, making little circles with his tongue, and his hands gripped her thighs and spread them. Goosebumps broke out all over her skin where his mouth was, and she gave a little shiver as his penis slowly rubbed against her labia. He gave a little nip with his teeth, and she cried out in surprise and pain; he began sucking on another smooth spot as one of his hands roamed up her washboard stomach to her breasts.

The arm he let go of tried to grab at him, but it was with a weak grip when she grabbed hold of his hand. He fondled her left breast, tweaking its nipple to a pert little peak, his other hand lifting her thigh so he could sensuously rub the head of his cock against her opening, and continued to make his little marks over her shoulder with his mouth. Sara's fingers flailed over his wrist, and soft moans were escaping her lips.

To feel her so solidly against him, her soft flesh, her heat, her musky scent, was overwhelming Darren. He took his hand from her breast back down to her pussy, and squeezed and rubbed her clitoris between his forefinger and thumb as his cock probed her very wet opening. Her breath hitched in her throat and she threw her head back against him so he was nestled against her neck.

He mumbled her name against her skin, his fingers rubbing her clit to stiffness and his cock finding her increasingly slippery. She just made a noise like a whimper, a soft hum against his ear, and he gripped her thigh and spread her firmly, his other hand sliding the head of his cock into her pussy. She gave the noise again, only this time it was more of pleasure, and as he slowly slid into her deep she groaned.

"That's it, Sara," He whispered, savouring the feeling of her pussy tightening around his cock as he slowly pulled out and pushed in again, "We both know you want it..."

She moaned loudly, suddenly, as he pumped into her leisurely. She gasped, "I can't take it..."

He slid out of her, and she actually whined.

"You seem like you can." He moved over her, and the hammock swung again as he adjusted his position to pin her down from on top. "At least, you don't seem like you'll be happy if I stop..."

"Damn it, Darren," She groaned, "Just fuck me properly."

His heart almost stopped. He looked down at her blushing face, her bright violet eyes. "You remembered my name."

"Is that so shocking?" She looked up at him, and he found himself growing hot too. Damn her for being so cute. He leaned down, and kissed her deeply, his tongue probing, and to his glorious delight she responded in kind. A little moan elicited from her mouth as he lifted her legs and spread them so they hung out of the hammock at either side.

Her hands lifted, and for a moment he had a heart-stopping thought; that she'd been acting, to gain the most humiliating upper-hand over him -- but then her arms wrapped around his neck and her fingers sifted through his spiky red hair. Tingles shot down his spine, and without any more encouragement he slid right into her.

God, this was it. This was perfect. He actually groaned involuntarily from the immense pleasure and she in turn gave a breathy moan. Then he began to thrust into her the way she'd seemed to want it. The hammock swayed and the tree trunks creaked as he hammered her with his cock; her legs twitched and stiffened irregularly as she gasped and mewled with every thrust. He captured her lips for a quick kiss whenever he could, but most of the time he was grunting or exhaling sharply from the raw sensations rippling through him.

Her eyes stayed bright, her fingers still tightly wound in his hair; then suddenly, her hands released his hair and groped for his back. He felt her fingernails rake his skin before she threw her head back and let out a shuddering gasp. He leant down and bit her neck softly, licking at the skin, and heard her scream of pleasure from her throat before her mouth. He felt her tighten so powerfully around him he came violently right after, spurting load after load first in her then onto her thighs, her stomach...

He lay next to her, his arms tired from holding himself up; to his intense pleasure she lay still beside him and casually draped a soft arm over his stomach. Darren kissed her throat where he had made his mark, then nuzzled her neck and breathed in her scent. "Sara," He murmured, and she let out a little, happy noise. They lay still together for a long while in each other's warmth, and though Darren had no idea whether it lasted minutes or hours, he fell asleep at one point.

When Darren woke up, she was gone.

*

Day after day passed, and Darren did not see Sara at all on the Cocomo beaches. Occasionally a knight or an assassin or even other rogues came trooping to the island and usually kicked his ass, but Sara was not among them.

Days turned to weeks. Darren's brothers were aware that Darren had tried out a 'plan' but they thought his misery was from it backfiring. Darren had too much pride and was also too hurt to explain what had really happened; that he had indeed had sex with her the way he'd wanted, but she'd also responded and had wanted him to have sex with her, and that he had honestly believed that something would become from this... had he been stupid? Did he do something wrong? Why had she left?...

On a particularly hot day when Darren was limply lying on his hammock and staring blankly into space, he heard a rustling and the swing and shut of his door.

"If it's you, Alan, the red potions are on the shelf." He called out without turning around.

There was a silence. Then the clink of a bottle, and the sound of it popping open. The small gulps did not sound like Alan at all. Darren turned around suspiciously, and nearly fell out of his hammock. Sara wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before tossing the empty bottle onto the floor.

She turned to look at him. They stared at each other silently for a good while. He could see the hickeys he'd made, still pink after all this time, on her throat. Finally, he spoke.

"You left my sapphires and my card."

"...I did."

Memories of her tongue lashing against his, the skin of her throat in his mouth, the head of his cock tightly embedded in her sweet pussy came rushing through his mind. But something held him down, something bigger than lust and something he would dare not admit to his brothers.

"...What are you doing here?" He finally asked.

At first, she seemed inclined not to answer. She simply stood there, gazing at him. A slender hand of hers lifted to rub lightly at her neck, where his marks lay. When she did speak, her eyes never left his.

"I've been thinking, the past few weeks. Which is something I really don't like to do for this long. So here I am, to propose something." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "What do you think of this? Every now and then I'll come down here and we'll fuck the living daylights out of each other. Once in a while we'll share a potion, look out at the Comodo sunset or sunrise, actually talk about something meaningful. And if I catch you fucking anyone else, I'll kick your ass."

He goggled at her as she put her hands on her hips and glared at him.

"Well?" She prompted, when he said nothing for a moment. He could only nod. "Good."

With that, she shrugged off her jacket and kicked off her shoes before practically tackling him in the hammock, her mouth on his and her hands pulling at his shirt. And as he hungrily kissed her back, he didn't think he'd ever been this deliriously happy.