He dropped the lockpick and slowly raised his hands as the tip of the blade dug into his neck.
"Ms. Sevilla. You're home early. How was the party?"
"Boring. No one knows how to dance anymore."
The moon flitted through sheer curtains giving the room a pale glow. He chanced a look at his mark. She was short, but statuesque, accentuated by sleek stilettos and a long black dress. Her thigh stood out, poised in the dress's slit. Even at his quick glance he saw enchanting brown eyes and enticing red lips.
She cocked her head to the side. "What, pray tell, are we looking for?"
"Little of this, little of that," he whimpered slightly as she reminded him of the saber under his chin.
"Bad night for you."
"Yes, all sorts of dangerous men about," he mumbled.
He thought he saw a flicker of a smile on her out of the corner of his eye. Her blade beckoned him sharply to stand. He rose slowly to his feet, his arms spread so she could see.
With a better look, she saw he was a head taller than her, even in her heels. A mess of hair peeked out the back of his mask, and dark, daring eyes stared at her. She noticed his eyes flick down and back up and she pressed the tip under his chin, forcing him to look up.
"Like what you see?"
"Not the jewel I was planning on taking."
She scoffed, and in a flash he swiped her blade away and took a step back, lowering himself into a fighting stance. She lowered the blade into a starting guard; her soft thigh and heeled foot pressed forward behind the hard steel.
He smirked and she let one corner of her tempting mouth lift. Her hair shimmered in the moonlight.
"I don't want to fight you," he said softly. There was a tenderness there she wasn't expecting.
"Then don't." She lunged forward, point up, and he danced to the side, grabbing her sword hand and wrapping the other around her waist trapping her free hand in his embrace. Her chest rose and fell, and he dared a look at her framed breasts as he was pressed against her back. She felt his breath on her neck and it made her skin melt. His grip was firm and unrelenting but controlled. There was a strength he was holding back.
She wrenched her hand free and spun away. When she faced him again, hair crowding her face, she saw he had armed himself with one of the decorative swords that was, until this moment, mounted firmly on the wall. His stance was confident and he held the weapon loosely. He flicked at her tip and batted it away, stepping into her guard. He caught her sword hand and placed the tip under chin, careful not to break the delicate skin. She swallowed and looked down her nose from her tilted head. She was practically panting, and everything was on fire. Would he harm her? Would he cut her? Would he disappear? Would he do what she wanted...
"Please..." she let out.
He let the sharp tip glide down her neck, leaving a faint scratch as it traced.
"Please what, senorita?" He didn't wait for an answer as he plunged his lips onto hers. She tried to scream but simply melted onto his soft lips. She dropped her saber and he gently guided her back against the wall, their lips never parting.
"I'm going to take what I want," he whispered. He lifted her and set her on a nearby table. He leaned her back and kissed the fresh scratch, then licked between her breasts. His hands glided effortlessly over the silky material, and she watched as their strength flexed and caught the moonlight. He spread the dress at the top of the slit and before she could protest his mouth was on her. His tongue flicked slowly and she gasped. Her hand moved to run through his hair, but he grabbed it and forcefully pulled it away. He stopped and looked at her with those lustful eyes.
"The mask stays on."
He sucked on her as she writhed and moaned. Her wetness soaked his chin and ran down his neck; it was unlike anything he had ever tasted. His tongue danced between her lips, finding a steady pattern then switching when she got close. Tears ran down her cheeks as he expertly brought her to the edge then changed motion. His fingers grabbed at her legs, massaging and squeezing as he licked and sucked her. He pulled her into the warmth of his mouth and his tongue lapped at her clit as it drew further into him. She was screaming and crying, begging this masked stranger to make her cum. He moaned into her, enjoying the meal and the fight she put up. Finally, he settled on a steady rhythm. Her back arched and her feet flexed in the heels as waves of pleasure washed over her and the heat of the orgasm spread throughout.
Her chest heaved as she caught her breath. She felt a scratch as the sword flicked down her front. The soft silk fell off her like liquid, and her magnificent bare chest glistened with sweat. He kissed her heeled feet as he unbuckled his pants. She trembled in sensitivity and a vague fear. Despite his softness and care, this was a strange man in a mask. He licked her toes and she felt his tip brush up against her. Looking down, she swallowed and he grabbed his length and rubbed it against her wetness. She let out a gasp as he slid his full length into her, still licking at her toes in the strappy heels. He let out a groan as her warmth enveloped him. He grabbed her thighs and spread them, watching his girth slide in and out. His dick was drenched from her and shined in the moonlight streaming in. She moaned uncontrollably, growing louder with every thrust. He leaned down and kissed her, and she wrapped her legs around him as he pumped, meeting his lips eagerly. His full length slid in and out, savoring every second of her pleasure.
Her clawed fingers raked at his back as she buried into his shoulder while he buried into her sex. His scent was intoxicating, a mix of sweat and musk and an odor of dark berries. She clung to him for life as he grunted and moaned. Every thrust was his full length and she longed for him in the mere moments he wasn't fully entrenched in her. Eyes closed, she merely felt every inch of him against her.
"Do you let all robbers take you like this, Ms. Sevilla?"
"Only the handsome ones in masks," she managed to stutter out.
She felt him stiffen, ready to blow, but she wasn't done with him yet.
He felt the unfortunately familiar ice of cold steel on his neck. Lost in ecstasy, he had missed the lithe woman place the dagger there.
"Don't you dare finish in me scoundrel." She pushed him away with her heeled feet, leaving little red freckles on his chest. He stumbled back, hands in the air in a placating fashion. She saw his eyes glance down as he hooked his foot under a discarded saber and kicked it up, catching it in his hand. He squared up, both swords erect. He wore only a shirt now; no bottoms save for his boots. The thief was still handsome despite the get up she thought sourly. Rolling off the table she scrambled for the other saber. Her dress left behind, she wore only the stilettos now. His cock twitched as a ribbon of wetness hung from between her legs. How he ached to be back.
They circled each other, blades lightly tapping one another.
"I propose a wager," he said haughtily.
She arched a pretty eyebrow.
"If I win, I get to finish wherever I want."
She scoffed. "And what do I get?"
"What is it you desire, hm?" He smirked. She assumed he arched an eyebrow as well.
She thought for a moment. "You make me cum until I beg you to stop then you leave without your satisfaction."
He guffawed. "I can't decide if I want to paint those lovely breasts-" he lunged and she parried "or that pretty face-" he swiped and she countered. "Or the one place you told me not to."
She growled and went on the offensive. He heels clicked on the stone as she leveled a flurry of thrusts and swipes in his direction. A stray jab caught his cheek and blood oozed out lazily. He stepped back and wiped it with the back of his wrist before licking off while his eyes seemed to be licking her. It unfortunately had an effect on her.
Sidestepping, she saw too late, he grabbed the discarded dress from the table and flung it at her. She swiped it away with her free hand and tried to step back. But he was too fast. He hooked one leg around hers and as her weight shifted backward, she began to fall. A firm hand caught her in the small of her back, and she heard his sword rattle to the ground. His free hand twisted her wrist behind her back. Hair swaying an inch above the floor, she looked up into the eyes set in the mask. Their bodies glistened with sweat. His sex rubbed against her thigh and she could not deny the effectiveness of this foreplay.
He wrenched her arm and her sword fell. She didn't protest much. He spun her and bent her over the table. Kicking her legs apart, he slid back into her. They both gasped at the heat of the return.
"Looks like you lost."
"Please, not inside," she whimpered.
However, she was warming to the idea as he slid fully in. He was angry this time. He thrust roughly, her arms pinned behind her back by his, his free hand wrapped around her neck. He squeezed and she felt her vision darken sweetly. His thrust felt more, his hands felt more, his size felt more. The noises he made were not shy. He was loud and it seemed that while the competition of steel had ended, they were fighting for who could extract the most pleasure.
When he pulled out she was devastated, only for a moment. He hoisted her onto the table, heeled feet dangling off the table, but she was folded so that he still had full access from behind. Slipping back in, he resumed his ferocious passion. He grabbed her hips and slammed into her. His fingers carved into the soft flesh of her waist and she screamed in pleasure of his rough handling. His pace quickened and she felt his cock stiffen. It felt too good.
"Cum in me! Please, I need it, don't stop, please."
Her begging sent him over the edge. With a wild groan he emptied into her tight wetness, and he throbbed as he did his best to continue his passion. Feeling her body tense as she was close, he pushed through the sensitivity, practically whimpering at the overwhelming sensation until he saw her cute toes spread and contract in ecstasy. She gasped and sputtered as she came and he felt their mixed wetness leaking back out. He stayed and admired her shapely ass as they heaved breathless together.
"I grazed your cheek, I believe," she panted out, exhausted.
"It seems you did."