"…Zura?"
He froze.
Then turned his head.
Vanessa stood there in the doorway, her crimson pink hair draped loosely over her shoulders. No hat. No cloak. Just a long tank top clinging to her curves, the hem barely brushing her thighs.
She looked half-asleep, eyes heavy, lips slightly parted.
But that lazy smile of hers?
It was still there.
"I thought I was dreaming for a second," she said, voice raspy and low. "Didn't expect to see you this late."
Zura took a slow breath.
"You were asleep," he said, trying not to stare.
Vanessa tilted her head, hair slipping down one side.
"Almost. Why?" she asked, stepping back, leaving the door open wider. "You coming in, or are you gonna keep standing out there like a stalker?"
Zura didn't say anything.
He just walked in.
The door clicked shut behind him.
Vanessa padded across the room barefoot, lighting a single magic lamp on the shelf. The faint pink glow bathed the walls in soft color, just enough to see her silhouette move across the room.
She didn't ask why he came.
She didn't need to.
She sat on the bed, legs crossed, that loose shirt of hers sliding a little too far up her thigh.
Her eyes met his. Calm and curious.
But behind them—something else.
"So?" she asked. "Can't sleep?"
Zura didn't answer right away. He looked around. The room smelled like her—wine, lavender, and something warm. Something real.
His voice came out low.
"…No."
She smiled.
"That makes two of us."
The silence stretched between them like a string pulled tight.
Vanessa leaned back on her hands, watching him with that lazy smile, like she knew exactly why he came… and wanted to see if he'd say it first.
Zura's eyes flicked toward the bed. Her bare legs. The way the fabric clung to her body in all the right places. His mouth felt dry.
Vanessa raised an eyebrow. "So? You just gonna stand there all night, or did you want something?"
He stepped closer. Slowly. Controlled. But his heart was beating faster than it should've.
"I… didn't come here to talk," he said quietly.
She smirked. "Didn't think so."
He stopped just in front of her. The soft light glinted off her hair, casting shadows over her eyes. Still, that look—bold, teasing, dangerous—never left.
Vanessa reached up. Her fingers brushed against the edge of his shirt.
"You know," she murmured, voice slow like melted honey, "you've been staring at me like a starving dog since the last mission."
Zura didn't deny it. "I haven't… eaten in a while."
Her eyes gleamed.
"Oh?" Her hand slid under his shirt now, grazing his stomach. "Then maybe you should show me how hungry you really are."
Zura didn't wait.
He leaned down and kissed her.
Hard.
It wasn't gentle. It wasn't soft. It was raw, messy, filled with all the bottled-up frustration and lust he'd been holding back for weeks.
Vanessa moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer, her hands gripping his shoulders as their bodies pressed together.
His hand moved to her thigh—warm, soft—and slid up slowly, pushing the fabric of her tank top higher. Her skin shivered under his touch.
Vanessa pulled back just slightly, breathless, lips swollen.
"Damn," she whispered, voice trembling with heat. "You really were starving."
Zura grinned, eyes dark with need. "And I'm not full yet."
He pushed her down onto the bed, lips trailing down her neck, biting just enough to leave a mark.
She gasped, her nails digging into his back.
Clothes came off—slowly, but not too slow. Shirts, tossed. Pants undone. Fingers tangled. Breath quickened. The air was thick now, heavy with the scent of arousal and magic and want.
Zura paused for a moment, looking at her fully. She was lying there, hair spread across the pillow, chest rising and falling with anticipation, legs parted slightly.
Vanessa met his gaze.
"No spells," she said, smirking again. "No magic. Just us."
Zura lowered himself between her thighs, lips brushing against her inner thigh.
"Just us," he whispered.
Then he tasted her.
Vanessa arched her back with a soft cry, her hands flying to his hair as his tongue moved slowly, deliberately, learning every spot that made her shiver, every angle that made her gasp. She tasted sweet and intoxicating, and he couldn't stop.
He didn't want to.
"Z-Zura… fuck—don't stop—" she moaned, writhing under his touch.
He didn't.
He only went deeper.
Faster.
Until her legs trembled around his shoulders, her breath caught in her throat, and she came with a shuddering moan, her voice breaking into a string of curses and breathless laughter.
Zura rose, wiping his mouth, his cock now fully hard, straining with need.
She looked up at him, flushed and glowing, and pulled him down on top of her.
"Your turn," she whispered.
Zura leaned back, chest rising with every breath. The afterglow of her climax still lingered in the air, but it didn't slow her down. If anything, it fueled her more.
Venessa sat up slowly, crawling over his body like a cat on the hunt. Her fingers dragged over his abs, her lips pressing a kiss just above his waist.
"You taste like trouble," she whispered, licking her lips.
He chuckled, but it died in his throat when her hand wrapped around his cock. Her grip was light, teasing—barely touching at first, just enough to make him twitch.
She watched his face.
"You've been thinking about this for a while, huh?"
"Since the first time you bent over in front of me," Zura muttered, voice tight.
Venessa grinned. "Naughty boy."
She leaned down and kissed the tip. Just a kiss. Then another. Then her tongue flicked against it, slow and warm, tracing circles.
Zura gritted his teeth. She was going slow on purpose.
Her lips wrapped around his head now, gently sucking—light pressure, nothing too deep. Her hand stroked the rest of him in sync, her eyes never leaving his. It was soft, sensual. Every movement was careful, like she wanted to enjoy him just as much as he enjoyed her.
He let his head fall back.
"Fuck…"
She giggled against him, then took him a little deeper. Her mouth was warm. Wet. Perfect.
Her pace stayed steady—gentle strokes, her other hand resting on his thigh as she worked him with her lips. Every few seconds, she'd pull back with a pop, stroking him with her hand while catching her breath.
"Too easy?" she teased.
Zura's hand moved to her head. "Not enough."
Venessa raised an eyebrow, but didn't argue. She let go of him, then lowered her mouth again—this time with no hands. Just lips and tongue.
She bobbed her head slowly, taking more of him each time. Her lips stretched, her breath coming through her nose as she focused on the rhythm. Zura watched her, jaw clenched, loving the way her hair fell over her face, the way her cheeks hollowed out.
"Goddamn," he muttered, pushing her hair aside.
She moaned softly, the vibration running through his cock.
Then he did it.
He grabbed her head—one hand at first, guiding her gently. Her eyes flicked up at him, full of mischief. She didn't stop. Didn't slow.
She let him lead her pace.
He held her head, thrusting slowly into her mouth, deeper each time. Venessa adjusted, swallowing around him like she'd done this a hundred times. Her hands rested on his thighs now, bracing herself as he used her mouth with slow, controlled strokes.
And when that wasn't enough—
Zura grabbed her with both hands.
Fingers laced in her hair.
He pushed deeper.
Venessa gagged a little, but didn't pull back. Her throat tightened, eyes watering slightly—but she held on, letting him fuck her mouth with growing intensity.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Wet sounds filled the room. His hips moved, her head bobbed, her saliva dripped down her chin. She was a mess—and still moaning.
Zura's breath hitched. His grip tightened.
"Fuck—Venessa—I'm close—"
She didn't stop.
If anything, she went faster, deeper, her throat clenching around him, eyes locked on his.
And then he came.
Hard.
He groaned, his body tensing, cum spilling deep into her mouth.
Venessa swallowed every drop.
She didn't pull away, and she kept sucking and licking.
When he was done, she slowly pulled back, licking her lips, her chest rising with every breath.
Then she grinned.
"Round one," she said. "Hope you're not tapping out yet."
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