Between the sword and the wall

Marilyn had been acting weird all the afternoon. Finally she got running upstairs and slammed the door of their bedroom. Kyle startled at the sound. She may not say anything, but it was clear something was happening.  It usually was the opposite, and that made him worry. He shook his head, mumbled an excuse and came after her.

He knocked softly at the door, but there was no answer. Finally he opened it. It wasn't locked. And there she was, sitting at the chair, looking through the window. She didn't move when he entered the room. He closed the door after him and looked at her.

"What happens, my love?", he asked, leaning his hands lovingly over her shoulders. She just slapped them away.

"Tahl continues pissing me off", she scowled,

"Is she?", he teased. "I had not realized".

She just got up. "Of course you didn't did you?". She started walking around the room, nervous. "She's been there, by your side, all those years, and you find so natural that she calls you papa, that you can't imagine how hard it is for me. Specially since she's the same age than the woman you fuck every night!."

"But she's like a daughter for me... what kind of pervert you think I am?"

"Ah, of course! A daughter! You said the same about me!!!"

He tried to get closer to her, still concilliating: "But I never saw you when you were a little child"

She looked at him, tears of fury in his eyes. She knew she wasn't being fair, but she couldn't resist it. That girl had shared with him things she would never share, and she was jealous... oh Maker!, so jealous. "She was with you. During nine years... Nine years!"

Kyle tried to reason with her, but he was starting to feel upset at her nonsense. "Mari... that's from the past! That has nothing to do with us!"

She shook her head. "But now she's here. She enjoys getting on my nerves. And... and look at the way she looks at you! She adores you!!!!"

Kyle couldn't hold his temper anymore. "Ah, yes? And what about Dorian?"

Marilyn opened her eyes wide. "What happens with Dorian?"

"How did he look at you when you saw him back in the inn? How am I supposed to react to him?"

"But... I never liked Dorian! I... I hated him, he was scum!"

"And he kissed you".

"He stole a kiss. It's not the same"

Kyle got closer to her, with a dangerous shine in his eye. "And you like your kisses to be stolen"

Mari stepped back, until her back touched the wall of the room. The tone Kyle had used to say that scared her, and at the same time made her feel all feverish inside. He put his arms by her sides, so now she was caged between him and the wall. She swallowed, both in fear and in excitement. His face was now so close to hers that she was breathing the same air he was exhaling. She felt the panther inside him again, and she closed her eyes, and turned her face away from him. But that didn't work. She felt now his breath over her ear, and how he leant over her, and licked carefully her neck, following the jawline, up to her ear, where he sunk his teeth harder than usually.

"Please, don't do that..." she begged, even if the lower part of her body was already claiming for it.

"You started this. I'm just continuing where you started", he said hoarsely.

She ducked, trying to get out of the cage of his arms, but he already was expecting and moved towards her until his body was touching hers chest to chest, tummy to tummy, crotch to crotch. She felt his desire growing through the fabric of his trousers, and struggled to release herself again, but each one of her movements only got him getting even closer to her, until the pressure of the wall behind her and his body in front of hers made her even difficult to breath. He took her head by the nape with one hand, forcing her to look at him again, and kissed her rudely, bitting her lips with hunger, already panting with desire.

"Was it like this, that time?", he groaned. He continued grabbing her head with one hand, while the other went to her crotch. He slid it under her trousers, under her pants, and his finger found the wet warmth of her most intimate places. She almost shouted at the feeling, and only the fact that his mouth was again over hers avoided her to do it.

He grinned, feeling satisfied the wetness between her legs. "You like this. You always liked it, my little wicked bitch". The finger played with the creases of her groin, while the palm of the hand rested over the rest of the crotch, warm, demanding, like challenging her to try to escape, making her sigh of pleasure and getting even wetter. The hand which was holding her nape came down to her trousers, and started unbuttoning them. Only then the intruder hand came out, making her sigh both of relief and craving, and in a harsh movement, he pulled her trousers down, letting them fall to the knees.

She opened her eyes wide and startled. She knew what was going to happen next, and her body was asking her to cooperate, but she was just too stubborn. She struggled again, and pushed him away with her hands, but it was like trying to move a stone wall. "The bad kitty wants to run, huh?", Kyle chuckled, moving his hips towards her. She realized he had somehow released his member too, and suddenly she remembered it had been her hands which made it, against her will, without thinking. He rubbed it against her tummy, threatening and promising at the same time. She tried to step back, even if her limbs were melting, and the movement made her scratch her back to the rough stone. He took advantage of her hesitation to sink his face between her neck and her shoulder, bitting her hard. She released a faint sound, complaining.

Then both of the male hands came to her butt, and holding her buttocks tightly, he lifted her to his waist. He didn't even take her panties off, he just moved them to one side with one of his fingers, and with a harsh thrust, making her body slam to the wall, he got into her, merciless, claiming all his rights over her. She gasped, shocked at the violence of the movement, and instinctively put her legs around his waist and raised her hands to cling from his shoulders, both to keep her balance and to get a position in which she could feel all the strenght of his thrusts with all the fibers of her being.

Feeling her more secure, Kyle profited to release one of his hands and unbuttoned her shirt, and as soon as he had enough room to do it, he slid it under the fabric and cupped one of her breasts, while kissing her lips hungrily. His other arm craddled her, still under her butt, keeping her in place, while the thrusted and moved his hips between pants and groans. She kissed his face with short kisses, and let him do. "That's not the thing he would do to a daughter", she told to herself, letting him carry her away to that world of pleasure he already had mastered to bring her to. But still. Things could change. "And what?", she replied to her own fears. "Then have him now... and don't worry about the future".

"Just... tell me you'll never leave me, even if it is a lie", she asked, like begging for her life... actually begging for her life, because she would never overcome it if he left her.

He just raised his head and looked at her, his eye shinning like green fire. "How can you ask that?", was the harsh reply. "How can you still think.... I could ever be able... to survive without you?", and he kissed her like trying to drink her soul, to show with his kiss what words weren't able to express.

She moved her hips, swinging at his pace, letting him craddle her with his arms, and startling at the occasional slap. He was thrusting with anger, sort of punishing her for her lack of trust, and she was sinking her nails in the scars of his back, moaning and groaning each time she was crushed between the wall and his body. He curled over himself, and reached her now nude breasts with his mouth. His hair tickled her neck and collarbones, and his teeth played with her nipples, biting softly and sending chills to her spine, and soon her worries disappeared, replaced by waves of pleasure which finally made her scream.

She collapsed over him, unable to help him in the last movements, feeling how he thrusted faster, in short, feverish spasms. He grumped, as if he were disappointed to have finished so soon, and finally released himself, making her lean over the wall, holding her loosely by her tights, and letting his head rest over her shoulder, still panting. And she just held him as tight as her arms allowed her, keeping her face away from his so he couldn't see her tears, and wishing that he was right, that he would never leave her, and that those moments in which they both together were a single living being would never have an end.