For Love or Freedom

She sighed deeply as she stood from the bath, wringing out her hair. It ran in streams down into the tub, and she grabbed the towel hanging on the back of the door. A few moments were spent ruffling it through her hair, drying it. She sighed as she brought it down and wrapped it around her body, her eyes locked on her own figure in the mirror.
Her hair had been dyed back, and it made her feel a little more like herself when it wasn't a blonde staring back at her in the mirror. But she was still too skinny. She'd eaten every fattening food she could think of in the past forty eight hours. Hey, if she needed to put on weight, she might as well enjoy it. The fact that she was able to work out again was not quite so enjoyable. She'd spent five hours today, and six and a half yesterday, and managed to get herself plenty frustrated, but not particularly effective. It was like starting all over again. Well, not quite. She'd only been away from it completely for a week. But that week had been long. She'd done a whole job in that time. The weeks before that had just been preparation for the job. In all... the whole pull had taken her a month and a half.
She tucked the corner of the towel into the top, and walked out of the bathroom. It was late, dark, and she knew she should probably sleep even if she didn't feel like it. She had to work in the morning. She'd spent a week off, on "vacation", while she was working her "side job", but it was back to the grind the moment she was through with that. It had worked out well, actually. They'd not seen her with the dyed hair, and knew she'd been trying to lose weight but didn't have any idea why. Now as she struggled to put it back on, she could just shrug and say her doctor told her she'd lost too much. And she didn't like dieting anyhow. She doubted they would challenge her.
She stopped in the living room, crouching down to pick up the blanket that belonged on the couch, but had somehow ended up on the floor. The instant she stood again, she felt arms circle her. Every muscle tensed, and she gasped, struggling instinctively. Warm kisses along the side of her neck made her freeze. All movement stopped in an instant, and she didn't breathe, her stance still rigid. What the hell...? Warm lips came up to her ear and sucked gently on her lobe, his tongue probing the sensitive skin behind it. "Shh... s'okay."
It didn't take a genius, at that point, to realize who was behind her. Very few people had the talent to sneak up on her that way. It had happened only a few times in the past, and only one of those few encounters was with a man who'd want to kiss her rather than kill her at this point. The fact that she was pressed back against something very hard only seemed to clarify that. His grip loosened around her, but she didn't pull away just yet. She wasn't quite sure what to do. "Didja miss me, babe?"
She turned to look at him. Her eyes locked on his, and for a moment, neither of them moved. His steady gaze ran up and down her body, and she tensed slightly under his appraisal. She considered for a moment how to answer him, or whether to just smack him, before finally opening her mouth. "No. Why're you here?"
He laughed quietly, and took a small step toward her. She leaned back away from him, but her feet didn't move. His arm circled her, slipping behind her back and pulling her in close. "We got some unfinished business."
"Yeah, that's right," she shot. "I still need to kill you."
He chuckled again and leaned in to kiss her cheek. She didn't move as he paused there, leaving his lips against her. "Alright. But don't I get a last request?"
She blinked, not entirely sure what to think of him. Why the hell was he here? Why had he come back? Was this some kind of game for him? But none of those questions made it out of her mouth. "What's the request?"
His head dropped to her shoulder, lips brushing her skin. She suddenly realized that she was practically naked, only a towel pressed between them, and she froze. He spent a moment kissing and licking at her skin, then moved back up to her ear. "Tell me something...\"Wh"What?" She tensed further as her voice cracked and came out as more of a squeak than a demand. But he didn't call her on it.
"How much of it was true?"
She blinked. "How much of what?"
"You've never orgasmed? Never felt it for real?"
Her eyes narrowed. "If I lied to you then, what makes you think I won't lie to you now?"
"'Cause now you don't gotta feed me a line."
"Wanna bet?"
"You can, but you don't have"
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"I always have to."
"Why?"
"Because it's who I am."
He pulled away and looked at her, his eyes dark and unreadable. For a long moment, it was silent. She didn't move. "You wanna feel it?" he whispered. The hand that wasn't around her waist came up and traced her lips. "You want me to show you?"
"Why do you want to show me?" she snapped, jerking away from his gentle touch. "Why do you care?"
He grinned. He knew exactly why. And it had very little to do with her. It was a challenge. Something no man before him had been able to do. He knew the logistics of sex. He knew that any woman could come if he just found that one trigger and worked at it long enough. Rape victims sometimes orgasmed during the experience, and it had nothing to do with being turned on. It was a physical reaction. One that often led to an emotional one, or could be triggered by emotion, but it was not emotion in and of itself. And it could happen without any emotion at all. More difficult, but it could happen.
He had the will, the patience, the endurance. He could outlast her. And if he couldn't, well, he'd just have to try again. He'd slept half the day, and he knew damn well he could fuck her from now until dawn if that's what it took. And if she'd let him. They had to get past these formalities first.
He leaned in and kissed her, ignoring her question for the moment to see if she'd respond. She did respond, her lips parting, allowing him entrance. His hand massaged gently at the small of her back as he swirled his tongue around hers, licking at the inside of her mouth. He continued slowly, then gently pulled away to watch her.
He listened to the sound of her breathing for a moment, slightly heavier and echoing in the space between them. "Do you want me to care?" he whispered.
"No."
"Then I'm just doing it for me."
She stared at him, confused, and he leaned in to kiss just her bottom lip, drawing it in past his teeth as he sucked gently. "I wanna hear you scream," he breathed. "And I wanna know you mean it." He claimed her mouth, kissing her full on the lips, his tongue sliding in alongside hers. He probed gently for a moment, then pulled away just enough to speak. "C'mon baby. Don't you wanna know what it feels like? When your body's reacting and you can't stop it if you wanted to..." He licked her lips lightly. "Me filling you, stroking you, teasing your clit, your nipples... kissing you everywhere..." He could hear her breathing deepen slightly, and stopped there. He didn't want to get her too hot just yet. "I wanna feel your release, baby. annaanna hear you moan and scream. Wanna fuck you so hard and so good you never forget what it feels like."
"Yeah, and then what?" she challenged, eyes narrowing as she pulled back from his exploring mouth. "I'm not looking for a relationship, Raphael."
She blinked as the words left her lips. Shit. He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes matching his smile. "You remembered my name," he pointed out. Dammit, he noticed it, too. "That means you've at least thought of me coming back."
She shifted slightly, nervously. Yeah, she had remembered his name. And she wasn't sure how she'd remembered his name; it just... stuck. She hadn't realized it until it came out. "Don't flatter yourself," she snapped. "It was an accident."
"Mmm... Kinda like it's an accident that your panties are wet right now? Just at the thought of me fucking you?"
She was suddenly very uncomfortable. "How do you know that?" she challenged.
The hand behind her slid to her hip, and the other moved slowly to touch the side of her breast, brushing lightly over the towel. He knew if he pressed much harder, he'd easily be able to untuck the edge of it. He chose not to. He leaned in again, kissing and sucking gently at the side of her neck. "I can smell your heat, baby..." he breathed against her. "The pheromones..." His tongue traced her collarbone, down to the center of her chest and back up to her other shoulder. "... desire..." He moved back down, then licked up the center of her throat and sucked at her chin. "... need..."
Very slowly, he moved up. He didn't kiss her, only left his lips against hers, tasting her warm breath with his eyes closed. "I can hear you trying not to pant..." Her breath caught as she tried harder, and he smiled. His tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip, from one corner of her mouth to the other. "I know this is turning you on." The hand at her breast pressed in, cupping her breast, his thumb brushing back and forth over her nipple. He could imagine that it was hardening, even though the fabric was too thick for him to feel it. "I know you want me to fuck you."
"No..." she choked. It came out as more of a breath of air than a word. Easily ignored, but Raphael chose to address it. He wasn't about to rape her if she didn't want it. She wasn't worth that. He'd had her once, and she wasn't all that great the first time. But he knew damn well she did want it. And it was going to feel real good hearing her beg when she realized that.
"No?" he confirmed, disbelieving. She whimpered, a failed attempt at reinforcing her statement.
He found her nipple and pinched it gently, rolling it between his fingers. "Your body don't lie, baby. All you can do is tell it to shut up." He moved along her jaw slowly, up toward her ear. "And I think you've been suppressing your desires for far too long." He nibbled at her earlobe, just a hint of teeth against her skin. "I can free you, give you release, make you feel good..." He ran his tongue over the outer rim of her ear, nipping and sucking gently. "C'mon, baby, let your instincts out to play for a bit. You can go back to being cold and hard tomorrow."
He blew a stream of cool air over the warm saliva still against her skin. Very slowly, the hand at her hip slid across her stomach, and slipped into the towel, brushing her soft, bare skin. "Just for tonight..." he pleaded, nuzzling his face in her hair. He breathed deep, taking in the scent of her sweet shampoo. "Let me fuck you."
She felt weak. She could feel nerves reacting all over her body, a steady heat building beneath her skin. His words, his hands, his mouth. Damn, she felt hot. Foreplay had always been so... prefunctory. But this... He hadn't even touched her and she was already shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other, trying to ease the burning between her legs. What the hell was her problem? She didn't even know this guy! This... turtle. He wasn't even human! But she did nothing to push him away, and she wasn't sure why. It wasn't that she thought he could do what he said he could. But somethiboutbout him... she wanted to be close to him right now. For the first time in a long time, she wanted sex for the purpose of enjoying it. And she wasn't sure why.
He smiled, nuzzling the side of her neck as his hand slid further to her hip. The towel parted, came untucked, and fell around her feet, leaving her completely exposed. He watched her eyes, but she didn't flinch at the sudden exposure. If anything, the pheromones in the room increased. He knew how turned on she was. He could do her right here and now and she'd probably feel very little friction. She was so suppressed...
God, he was going to enjoy this. He was going to enjoy every last minute of making her writhe. Foreplay had never been his thing, but this was different. This was a matter of pride now. It was a matter of control, not really about sex. And he loved the idea of holding her in the palm of his hand, making her beg, giving her feelings she'd never thought she could feel. Feelings she never had felt.
His hand slid up over her side, but he stopped before he reached her breast. "Do you want it?" he whispered, his voice dark and husky.
She cringed. Let your instincts out to play for a bit... She'd spent so long suppressing her instincts and emotions, she wasn't sure she could do that. And certainly not with him. He was dangerous. He was a threat. He shouldn't be here in the first place. But her mouth had a mind of its own. "Yes..." The thought of him filling her, stroking her, giving her release... Whether or not he could actually do it, the thought was enough to get her hot.
"Tell me you want me to fuck you."
"Yes... please..."
"Beg me."
She groaned, her eyes sliding closed as her head tipped back, her hands moving up to his shoulders and gripping him hard. "Fuck me..."
Close enough.
He leaned into her, licking up the center of her throat in one long pull, tastthe the salt of her skin. Both hands moved up from her flat stomach, to her breasts, cupping them as she pressed in close, her head dropping to his shoulder. Her grip on him didn't loosen as she kissed and licked hungrily at his skin.
He let out a deep sigh as he felt the heat from her breasts press up against his plastron, his hands slipping back behind her. Mmm... she was so soft. He loved the feel of her skin, the way her body molded against his. His hands ran slowly down the center of her back, taking the time to feel every inch as he worked down toward her ass. Her legs parted slightly, and he kissed gently all around her temple as he caressed and touched her. Her scent was overpowering, and he had to hold back the urge to throw her against the wall and pound her as hard as he could. Inside his shell, he was already distinctly uncomfortable. But he didn't betray that as he dragged his hands around her hips, then slowly reached one down between her legs.
He pulled away slightly to look at her as he trailed a finger lightly along her clit, stroking slowly. She moaned, her eyes closing involuntarily, and he smiled. He leaned into her, his lips brushing her ear as one finger slid up inside of her. His other hand moved up and brushed her hair out of her face so he could watch her reaction. She whimpered, her legs spreading further, thrusting slightly against his finger.
Very slowly, his hand moved down, over her neck and across her shoulders to eventually knead at her breasts. His lips trailed along hers, and up along her cheekbone to her ear. Both hands continued to work at her, alternating hard and gentle strokes. As he pressed hard on her clit, his other finger thrusting deeply into her, the touch against her breast was feather-light. Then he switched, pinching and pulling on her nipples while the caress between her legs turned to little more than a tickle.
She felt a warmth stir somewhere deep inside of her, and her eyes slid closed, allowing him to touch her. A faint smile crept across her face as she realized what he was doing. He really was good. But to give in so quickly was almost like surrender. "Are you having fun fondling me?" she questioned, trying to hide her emotions.
He grinned and switched again, slipping a finger deep inside of her, stroking her walls. He nibbled at her neck before allowing his lips to brush her ear. "Are you having fun, babe?"
She smiled faintly, in spite of herself. "Yeah, it feels good."
"Mmm." Something about the way she'd said that so casually raised a few lingering doubts in his mind. He pulled away and looked at her. "How good?"
She reached up and brushed her fingers over the side of his face again. "I dunno. Good."
"Good," he repeated. He frowned. "I don't like good."
She laughed. "What's wrong with good?"
"Release isn't good." He leaned in, and licked along her jaw, one long pull from her chin to her ear. "It's great. Mind blowing. Amazing."
She laughed quietly as he moved to kiss her lips, gently caressing her breasts. He had to get her hot. If that meant moving slow, he'd go slow. He moved both his hands up to her nipples, teasing gently with small circles. She draped her arms over his shoulders and watched his eyes carefully as he touched her lightly. His fingers were still damp from her juices, and she dropped her head to try and lick at them. Raph saw what she was doing and smiled, raising his hand and letting her taste herself.
She sucked hungrily at his fingers, and he felt along the inside of her mouth. The pressure on the inside of his plastron had grown painful, and he allowed his shaft to drop down. A faint stirring of excitement rustled inside of her as it brushed her thigh and sprang up between her open legs. He made no attempt to enter her, just rubbed back and forth over her slick lips, his hands moving to caress her breasts. She locked her arms behind him and pressed in, bringing her lips to his in a slow, deep kiss.
He pulled away before she could kiss too hard, his lips remaining against hers only gently, his fingers still lightly toying with her nipples. "Yer not gonna try anything stupid, are you?" he whispered.
She blinked. "What?"
His eyes locked with hers, and they stared at each other for a moment. "You doin' this 'cause you wanna feel good? Or 'cause yot sot some kinda agenda?"
The words caught her off guard for a moment. "I..." she stammered. "No. I... want this."
He moved his hips against her, sensitizing her clit with his hot, hard shaft. It wasn't easy for him to go this slow, but he knew he could. It wasn't the first time. He kissed her again, just briefly. "Good." He broke away and moved down over her chin, jaw, and to herk, sk, sighing as he worked slowly over her warm, soft skin. God, she tasted good...
She tilted her head away for him and smiled faintly at the feel of his lips against her skin. "Mmm..."
He paused only briefly in his kisses to look up at her, gazing into her eyes as his fingers move around to the sides of her breasts. Slowly, they moved down along her ribs to her stomach, massaging lightly. "You like that, babe?"
She ran her fingers slowly down his biceps and slipped them under the pads at his elbows. "Yes... It's great."
He groaned softly, allowing her to tug the bands down. She caressed the sensitive insides of his elbows as she brushed past them. His hands massaged her hips, then reached around to caress her smooth ass, stroking her gently as he returned to kissing her neck and shoulders. She moved down to his wrists, pulling the pads down over his hands. His kisses spread warmth and relaxation over her and she reached back up to his shoulders, massaging gently.
He sighed, a quiet thrum starting in his throat as she rubbed his shoulders to the rhythm of his shaft stroking between her legs. He moved down, kneeling slowly, drawing away from her, lightly kissing and suckling at her breasts. His hands slid down to her stomach and hips, and around behind her, circling her thighs and pulling her legs wider apart.
She brushed her fingers over the back of his head and didn't resist as he spread her legs. A smile crossed his face as he smelled her scent, stronger the nearer to it he roamed. His kisses continued, his hands sliding down her thighs until they reached the back of her knees. She almost felt her legs give out from under her as he caressed her there, his toungue sliding down the center of her cleavage, past her sternum, all the way down to her navel. He savored just how soft and warm she felt, and just how good she tasted and smelled. He shivered slightly as she ran her fingers down over his neck, then back up, looking down at him.
She could feel her body reacting to his gentle attentions, and she sighed, watching him work magic on her, taking her mind off of everything and holding it here in the present. She felt a feeling stir inside of her unlike anything she'd ever felt before, and her brow furrowed as she considered it. "Raphael...?"
He kissed her soft stomach a few more times, then pulled back just slightly. "Shh... Relax baby."
She stared down at him, suddenly realizing that she'd lost her voice anyways. Moreover, she'd lost whatever words she'd been thinking of forming. They were gone now, lost in the confusion of feeling. She closed her mouth again without speaking and sighed, a faint, almost sad smile forming on her lips as she realized she would probably never find the words to describe this feeling inside of her, or how she felt about it. Her fingers brushed the side of his face lightly as she shook her head.
Raph moved downer her her shaved pubic area and to her clit. A quiet moan escaped him as he inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. Then his tongue extended, pressing between her lips as far back as her standing position would allow, and he licked once, hard, up the entire length of her slit and over her clitoris. She moaned loudly as he pulled back and swallowed her juices, then slowly rose to face her again. "You taste great, baby..."
"Mmm... then why'd you stop?"
He grinned. He'd felt her up enough. It wasn't working fast enough. He needed something more drastic. A step up. "I'll get a better taste later. Right now..." He pulled away from her altogether, his hand reaching out and snagging one of her dining room chairs. He whirled it around so that the back was facing him, and it was positioned between them. "You see this chair?"
She raised an eyebrow at him. Of course she saw it. It was three feet away. "Yeah..."
"Sit down here, and don't move. Think you can do that?"
She stared at him, confused. "What?"
"Just trust me. I gotta get something."
She eyed the chair with a fair amount of uncertainty. "Like what?"
He smirked at her. "Relax, baby. You ain't gotta know everything right now. Just siddown and relax, a'ight?"
She studied him for a moment, then sighed. Very hesitantly, she turned her back to him and sat down. Every muscle in her body was tense. She jumped as his hands came to rest on her shoulders and rubbed gently. "Relax," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her ear. "I wouldn't hurt you." He grinned. "Not unless you want me to."
She didn't react. He wasn't so sure he'd expected a reaction. He nibbled lightly at the rim of her ear, massaging just a little harder, then slid his hands down to cup her breasts. "Don't go nowhere, huh?"
She didn't have a chance to protest before he was gone, down the hallway and either to the kitchen or the bathroom. She sighed and faced forward, her back to the hallway he'd so quickly disappeared down. For a few moments, it was quiet. And it wasn't sound that alerted her of his reappearance. She felt him approach, and spun around to see him in the mouth of the hallway. He'd reappeared out of nowhere, holding something behind his back. His shaft had pulled back up into his shell as he'd spent a few minutes away from her. She was a bit suspicious. "What've you got?"
"Close your eyes."
"Like hell."
He laughed quietly, amused. "Don't tell me no," he warned. Playful though it was, he obviously expected to be obeyed.
She felt a rush as she stared him down, a smirk creeping over her lips. She grabbed the chair, picked it up, and turned it to face him right-on. "What're you gonna do about it?" she challenged.
He arched an eyeridge at her blatant invitation for him to show her exactly what he was gonna do about it. She wanted to power struggle? He pulled just short of smacking his forehead at the sudden "duh" moment. How did he not see that earlier? She'd tried to kill him; she was no freakin' sub. And neither was he. She had to know that by now. He doubted he could or would pretend for her, even if that were the only way to accomplish his mission. But if she wanted to play... hell, he'd give her a run for her money. He rarely had a female tell him no. They were all too afraid of him. But she wasn't. And that being the case, he wasn't going to worry about scaring her.
"Don't make me tie you up, doll."
She glared. "Doll?" she shot.
"Yeah," he grinned back. "Doll. Close yer eyes."
She laughed. "Fuck you."
And yet instead of getting up, instead of really threatening him, she remained seated in the chair he'd told her to sit in. If anything, the smell of sex increased in the room. Oh, hell yeah. This was the way to go with her. "Rather fuck you," he grinned.
In a few quick, soundless strides, he was behind her. Before she had a chance to turn, he'd slipped the contents of his hands underneath the chair, out of sight. He circled her, grabbing her arms and pinning them down to the arms of the chair. She growled at him, and a bright, seductive light flashed in her eyes. "What makes you think I'm gonna let you fuck me?" she hissed at him.
He smirked. "What makes you think I care if you don't let me?"
She was momentarily caught off guard by his statement. He chuckled and leaned down, licking from one nipple, up over her chest and her collarbone, along her neck and to her lips in one long stroke. She pressed her lips together tightly, denying him access. He only laughed, slipping his arms behind her back and pulling her in close. Her head tipped back as she tried to pull away, and he locked his teeth on her shoulder.
She gasped just slightly and decided it was best not to resist him as his knees parted hers. His hands slid down, holding her thighs apart as he lowered slowly, releasing her from his teeth and moving down over her breasts. "You gonna be good 'n close yer eyes?" he asked. "Or do I have to blindfold you?"
She glared at him as he stroked up and down the inside of her thighs, never quite touching the burning heat between them. "Gee, Raph, why don't you just chain me to the bed. You put a blindfold on me now, I'll just take it off."
He smirked. "You want me to chain you to the bed?"
She blinked. Okay... She hadn't exactly expected him to call her bluff. But it wasn't the first time he'd caught her off guard. He seemed to have a habit of doing that. And leaving her with nothing to say. He laughed quietly and stood up straight. "Last chance, baby..." he warned, grinning at her.
Okay, he'd won this round. He'd caught her off guard, and that was a win, fair and square. She closed her eyes. He leaned down, kissing her eyelids. "Good girl..."
She growled slightly, but kept her eyes closed, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. Slowly, he trailed down, kissing along her neck and down the center of her chest, between her breasts. Her thoughts wandered, although she didn't really want them to. How long would this last? Was he going to come back after this? She wasn't sure she wanted to ever see him again. She hoped he wasn't looking for a relationship because that was the last thing she needed right now. She couldn't have that. It was just the way she lived. And the way she had to live. Men asked too many questions. They worried. She felt a wave of uneasiness wash over her, blocking out her emotions, and she pulled away.
He looked up at her, not sure what to make of her sudden refusal. "I..." she started hesitantly. Her eyes opened, meeting his, and she sighed. "Raphael, you're not hoping that I'm going to, like, be a girlfriend or anything, are you? I mean, regardless of what happens tonight, I can't have a relationship right now and I..."
He cut her off with a deep kiss, one that came without warning. She blinked, and after a moment, she returned it. He probed at her slowly, deeply, then gently pulled away still licking her lips. "Baby, I don't care if yer lookin' fer a boyfriend, or a one night stand, or a friend with benefits, or a fucking john, okay? I'm here to fuck you tonight. And that's all I'm here for. And we can negotiate later if, when, and how we ever wanna see each other again, a'ight?" His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples. "So just relax, okay? Stop worry'n 'bout shit. Close yer eyes and let this feel good."
She watched him for a moment, unsure, then smiled faintly. Okay. She could live with that answer. Negotiation was good. His hand came down over her eyes. "Close," he whispered.
She sighed and closed her eyes as his hand lowered, brushing the side of her neck, and over her breasts. He crouched down again between her spread legs, watching her eyes to see if she'd attempt to open them. He had no problem blindfolding her if that's what she wanted. But she was being good so far.
She felt a slow, wet warmth spread a lic licked up the inside of her thigh slowly. She wasn't sure where his hands were, but they weren't on her. Only his tongue and lips trailed up to the space between her legs. He kissed her clitoris, and nuzzled it with his beak, and a quiet whimper escaped her. Her hips raised slightly. She wanted him to lick at her again, with his thick tongue inside of her. She could feel the heat and moisture gathering, and it made her squirm.
A sudden cold made her scream. Fortunately for the neighbors, it caught in her throat. Her eyes flew open reflexively before she remembered she was supposed to have them closed, and her head tilted back. Her hips pulled back against the back of the chair, but he held her legs wide apart, spreading whatever the fuck that was over her sex. Her first thought was that it was an ice cube. But it melted too fast and it was... thicker. It sure as hell had to come from the freezer, though, and there wasn't a hef a f a lot in there. Ice cubes, a bag of frozen corn, and... Holy. Fucking. Shit.
"Ice cream?" she whimpered, her voice shrill. She was caught totally off guard by this and she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about it. In a way, it was very intimidating. She wasn't sure she liked it, but he wasn't stopping. "Why are you putting mmm..."
The words died on her lips as he placed his mouth around her and sucked hard, his tongue slipping between her lips and probing at her. He churred softly at the difference in taste and texture and temperature. It all mingled on his tongue and he moaned as he drank it down, lapping at her, urging her to produce more of her special juices.
She wasn't thinking very clearly at the moment. Her thoughts were still stuck on whether or not she wanted him experimenting on her this way, and her hips were already moving against him, her hands groping at the back of his head. Irregular moans escaped her as she panted for breath. Instinctively, she wanted to touch herself, to ease the burning sensation against her clit. But she realized he was holding her hands to the arms of the chair. And he was avoiding that place. She could feel the thick, sticky cream drip down to her tip as it melted against her hot skin. It hung there, not quite enough to form a complete drop, too thick to fall just by the movements of her body, and drove her mad. "Ugh! Raph! Please!" She whimpered, panting, writhing, desperately trying to pry her wrists away from his grip.
He smiled. Perfect. He'd shocked her enough to stop her from thinking. Now he just had to keep up this pace until it drove her over the edge. She was hot, sensitive, her body reacting to the cold by rushing more blood to the area. He avoided her clit, even though he knew that was what she wanted. Instead, he slid back, pulling her forward out of the chair.
Her eyes opened as she landed on her knees and she didn't bother to close them again. He slid around behind her, letting go of her hands, and pushed her forward. She resisted, and he pushed harder, forcing her down. She was still panting, but she knew she didn't like this. She'd had anal sex before, and she didn't like it. At all. "Raph, no!" But the words were barely audible in the midst of her gasps.
"Relax," he ordered.
"No."
He let his shaft drop down and guided it to her wet lips, rubbing her gently, reassuring her. He had a good idea what she was afraid of, and he wasn't at all interested in that at the moment. "You gotta trust me, baby," he whispered, his hands roaming over her ass. "You gotta let me take you, make you feel good. I ain't gonna hurt you."
She moaned as she caught his message, and pressed her hips back against him. But he pulled away, not penetrating her. That had come uncomfortably close to stopping the flow, and he knew he'd damn well better build it back up again before he tried to fuck her. He reached down and took another finger-full of the thick ice cream beside him, then brought it up to her slit. She writhed as it touched her, moaning, her back arching her ass even higher as it melted.
He rubbed her clitoris lightly, feeling the thick, cool cream trickle down over his fingers. She cried out, thrusting back against him, her thighs shaking. One hand moved from supporting herself and reached up between her legs. He smiled. "That's it, baby," he whispered, his own sticky fingers brushing the inside walls of her canal. "Touch yourself. Come on..."
One hand moved to her hip and the other rested on his shaft. He stroked his erection to fullness, keeping a slow, firm rhythm. He watched as her hips moved in time to her touch against her sex, and he smiled as he heard her whimper. "Oh... baby... mmm..."
His other hand came up to her hip, and he held her steady as he slowly pressed inside of her. He moaned at the feel of her tight, hot sheath around him, watching for her reaction. Her fingers slid back further, brushing against his shaft as he slowly pumped into her, forging an inch at a time. She groaned, wrapping her hand around him, trying to pull him deeper. "Please... Raph..."
He moved faster, picking up a steady, increasing rhythm and guiding her against him at the same time. He leaned down over her, slipping his arms across her stomach, hands roaming upward to her breasts. He blocked her hands, forcing them away from her sex, and she moaned as she tried to figure out a way around him. But he didn't let her, keeping her hands up as his own fingers brushed the tips of her swaying breasts. He felt the sensations increase inside of him, measured her breaths against his own, moaned as he felt her climb.
"You want it, baby?" he rasped into the back of her neck. "You want me to make you come?"
She could feel her insides clench. Her clit burned, and she desperately wanted to touch it. She could feel release building, spiraling higher than she'd ever felt it before. She was on fire. She was so close. He had to let her... Out of nowhere, she felt something brush her clit. It wasn't her hands, wasn't his, but it swirled around her tip, sending sharp pangs of electricity all through her. "Yes!" she cried, all coherent though gone in an instant. "Yes, now!"
He growled, pressing the very tip of his tail under the tiny flap of skin covering her tip. "Then scream for me..."
She did scream. Her body tensed around him and her back arched, and she screamed his name. She felt her body shake, a feeling almost like numbness shooting all the way down her legs to the tips of her toes and back up again. It exploded as it reached her sex, shooting heat all through her, making muscles tense and release all on their own. She screamed, and shook, and nearly collapsed. His arms underneath her were all that kept her from falling. He pounded into her, still just as fast and hard, until she felt him release deep inside of her.
It was a feeling unlike anything she'd ever experienced. He was not, by any means, the first man to come while having sex with her. But it somehow felt totally different now. Riding on the wings of her own orgasm, it felt so much different, and she couldn't explain how. She suddenly understood what it felt like to find release like that, and the fact that he had found that with her... that she could make him feel something so incredible...
He released her, and pulled away, rolling onto his side on the floor next to her. He turned, onto his back, and stared up at the ceiling, his body slowly easing down. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing to fill the silence. He let her feel it, gave her body the chance to feel the full effects of the release. Her panting slowed, and she moaned slightly every few breaths. He smiled as he listened, inhaling the scent of her, eyes closed as he gave himself a moment to recover.
He felt her move, and opened one eye to watch her as she climbed down, between his legs. Her warm palms spread his thighs, and he pulled his shaft up under his shell. She caught him before he was fully hidden, but her fingers slipped. She whimpered. "C'mon. Let me clean you up."
He considered that for a moment, and the fact that his shaft was covered not only with her fluids, but also with the sticky ice cream. As it dried, that was going to be very uncomfortable. "A'right. Turn around though. Lemme do you."
She smiled faintly, and climbed up. His shell was too wide for her to straddle his chest, and she almost fell over trying. He laughed, grabbing her legs and guiding her until she was laying on his chest with her knees on either side of his head. He spread her legs, his hands coming up to cup her ass, and pulled her down to his mouth. He kissed her lightly, then slowly licked around her clit and up into her opening.
She moaned quietly as her insides spasmed just slightly. Her clitoris was still sensitive, and he knew it. He felt her tongue lick up from the base of his shaft to the tip, and smiled. He was satisfied, but that still felt very good. She kissed his tip and ran the underside of her tongue back down. Slowly, she came up again, working over every inch of his penis, sucking off the salty-sweet remnant of her juices and melted ice cream.
He sucked at her slit, probing deeply with his tongue until he tasted nothing more than the soft, wonderful flavor of her body. He continued to kiss at her, absently, with no particular pattern to his attentions. She kissed and licked at his balls, appreciating the fact that he had no hair. She sucked first one, and then the other into her hot mouth, and noticed his tail. So that's how he'd done it. He was clean of the sticky stuff. But she was somehow enjoying this.
A light tap on her ass got her attention before she could explore him further, and she realized he'd stopped. "Lemme up, babe."
She kissed his tip once more and pulled back, rolling to the side before she managed to push herself up. He sat up beside her and stretched, pulling his shaft back up under his plastron. He turned to look at her and grinned. "Feel good?"
She smiled back, genuinely. "Yeah."
"A'right well..." He stood and walked the few steps to where his belt and pads were lying. "Here's the deal."
She watched him, still sprawled, naked, on the floor. He replaced his belt first, and adjusted his weapons, then looked back up at her. "I can leave, an' you don't ever hafta see me again. Or..."
He paused there, and became engrossed in replacing his elbow and wrist guards. He held his mask in his hand as he approached her and offered her a hand. She took it, and he pulled her easily to her feet, catching her as her legs nearly gave out from under her. She laughed, somehow feeling stupidly drunk. He smirked at her, the arm around her back pulling her close. He leaned in and kissed her full on the mouth, his tongue slipping in alongside hers and probing deeply. He didn't rush the kiss, and pulled away slowly.
"Or I can come back some other time," he continued quietly. "Maybe tomorrow, I dunno. But I ain't lookin' to make you fall in love with me, okay? I got a dozen girlfriends all over the city, and that's just the way it is. I don't lie about it, I don't hide it. If it bothers you, I won't come back."
She shook her head slightly, watching his eyes. "It doesn't bother me."
"Good."
He leaned in and kissed her again, then moved down to lick and suck at the side of her neck. "I'd put you to bed, but you're gonna wanna go wash up first." He chuckled at the irony of that statement. "Even though I know you just took a shower."
"Mmm."
She nuzzled against him, and grabbed the sides of his face as he pulled away. They stared at each other for a moment, and she leaned in to kiss his lips lightly. "Thank you."
He grinned. "Yer welcome. Feels pretty good, don't it?"
She nodded.
He kissed her forehead, and ran his fingertips over her breasts once more, then pulled away. "I'll be back, baby," he promised.
She blinked, and he was gone, out her second story living room window.

I feel compelled to put a disclaimer on this. If anyone should ever decide to attempt the little, heh, "trick" Raph uses in this chapter, please be careful. Sugar is a VERY good way to cause a yeast infection if it's not properly cleaned up after.