'So, uh… this is still awkward!'
Neither of them had moved yet, and Zabaniyah retained her blank stare.
'Enough of this farce.'
Ixion slowly approached Zabaniyah.
She still showed no reaction, even when Ixion stood right before her.
Tenderly, Ixion brought his hand to her head and began running his hands through her dark hair.
'How silky.'
Despite her occupation, the assassin had healthier and cleaner hair than most.
Ixion brushed Zabaniyah's hair to the side and tucked it behind her ear, revealing her gouged-out eye.
'Beautiful.'
Ixion rubbed his hand along Zabaniyah's cheek and touched under her right eyelid. To him, beauty became more pronounced when mortality was shown.
Zabaniyah's perfect skin and alluring figure were topped by a reminder that all would one day be lost.
'How sublime!'
Ixion slid his hand to the assassin's neck and pressed the activation button on her outfit. A moment later, each part clinked and came undone, a mechanism for quick changing.
Zabaniyah was left completely nude, but still seemed unperturbed; however, there was a hint of something in the corner of her eye. An emotion that simply didn't know how to express itself.
Was it fear? Anticipation? Joy? Rapture?
'Who knows?'
Zabaniyah let out a shallow breath as Ixion dragged his hand down her slender form and slid it around to her back. Then, he brought his other hand and nestled it on her hip bone.
"Tell me, what is going through your head?"
Zabaniyah looked a little confused, but slowly added:
"Nerves… I think?"
'You think?!'
How does one not know when they are nervous?
'And… nerves?'
That was the last thing Ixion would have guessed from the cold-hearted assassin. The woman who could kill a hundred in a day and go to bed on time.
"Why would you be nervous, my dear Zabaniyah?"
Zabaniyah averted her gaze slightly, letting her eye drift to Ixion's neck.
"I'm afraid one area I'm not well-versed or ever trained in is pleasure. I don't think I'll be able to meet your expectations."
The King of Catatran laughed.
"Zabaniyah! Think of yourself for once. Don't think of me."
Ixion pulled the assassin in, pressing her naked body against his garb.
Ixion added:
"And that's an order."
Zabaniyah drew her red eye back up to Ixion and stared into the deep ocean blue.
"If that is your will. I'll attempt."
'Ah, progress. I guess.'
Ixion smiled as he spun the assassin around and led him to the edge of his bed. Peeling back the canopy, he threw the Royal Assassin over the quilt, then stripped himself.
The canopy swung closed as Ixion crawled in and over Zabaniyah, who lay still with her hands sprawled over her head.
Ixion wanted to say something, to feel her out. Try to make sense of her emotions; she couldn't make sense of herself.
'But talk is cheap.'
True communication was done through the soul.
Ixion slid Zabaniyah's body until her head rested on the pillow. Then, he cautiously brought his lips to hers.
'Cold.'
Zabaniyah's lips were smooth, delicate, and cold.
A cold that warmed Ixion.
This woman was the only one whom he'd ever be able to truly be himself around. The only one who could ever understand him.
And that feeling?
That feeling was intoxicating for a man like Ixion.
Desire surged in Ixion as Zabaniyah began copying the King, learning how to kiss. It didn't take long for her to understand.
As she learned, Zabaniyah slowly brought her hands up and slid them around to Ixion's back.
Ixion smiled and brought his hand between their chests and cupped Zabaniyah's chest.
This air between them was…
Much more intimate than anything Ixion had experienced in years. An intimate connection he simply didn't expect, even a couple of minutes ago.
Ixion's hand found its way to Zabaniyah's nipple, which had hardened sometime during their passionate kissing.
His fingers slid around and slightly pinched.
The assassin jolted a little.
Quickly, she regained her composure. But it was soon lost again when Ixion indulged in her lips and flicked her nipples at the same time.
Zabaniyah let out more shallow breaths.
At last, Ixion pulled himself away and positioned his dick above her dripping pussy.
Resting on his knees, Ixion studied the assassin whose face was fighting to make an expression.
Slowly, so as not to hurt her, Ixion slid his sword of legends into its perfect sheath. Though even if she felt pain, there was no way she'd ever show it.
Ixion pushed his dick deeper and let the wet, rigid inner walls of her pussy consume it.
His desires and mind were begging him to bear down on her again and sink his lips into hers, but he wanted to watch her face.
What it would look like as his dick slipped in and out.
He wanted to see an expression he'd never seen on the woman before.
Ixion slowly ramped up the speed of his thrusts.
'That's quite the look…'
Zabaniyah rolled her head left to right as she gripped the quilt. She let out a few hot breaths and lightly gasped.
Ixion smiled, then leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"Remember, think of yourself, not me."
Zabaniyah tried to say something back.
"Ahm."
Whatever she meant was incoherent.
But her body said it in full.
Zabaniyah's legs wrapped around Ixion's waist and pulled him in as her breath's cadence and frequency rose.
A warm feeling gripped Ixion's soul.