Arcane ~ QUEENDOM (seasons 1 & 2)

IX ~ The Hound of the Underground (*SMUT*)

~ NO SPOILERS ~

(this is the sequel to "Bow and Arrow")

(this story-line contains SMUT aka sexual content, reader discretion is advised)

She waited, breathless, and the second she knew he was done, she embraced him. The hooker dug her face into his shirt, trembling, listening to the pounding of his heart. He began stroking her loose curls of hair, nervously awaiting her response.

   "I love that," she briskly said, smirking playfully.

In an instant, she was kissing him, and he kissed her. The bartender's pipe slipped out of his fingers, colliding with the ground. Vander's hands firmly grasped her waist, while she moved her palms to hold the nape of his neck, then the back of his head.

Within a few minutes, she jumped up to straddle his abdomen with her toned legs, and he propped her up against him by supporting her backside. The woman stretched out her tongue, looping and inserting it into her partner's mouth. Giving her butt cheeks a light squeeze, he proceeded to press her spine onto the nearest wall of the alley. Nipping at his lips, she rapidly switched to more proactive bites, motivating the Zaunite to caress her bare legs and slip his fingers beneath her underwear.

They separated for a moment, panting, her pants delicate and his, arousing. Grabbing her by the back of her throat, the male tilted her head back with his thumb against her jaw, to begin kissing her neck and collarbone. It wasn't long before the archer set her palm on his chest reluctantly pushing him away, gazing down at him lustfully.

   "Let's go back inside," she whispered, leaning closer to him and away from the brick surface.

Without wasting a single second, he carried her back into his bedroom, luckily unseen.

Slamming the frail door behind them, the room's occupant dug his right-hand fingers into the side of her behind that he was holding, abruptly kissing her neck once again, using his teeth this time. With a rough, precise motion, he pulled down the shirt she wore, before tugging the straps of her bra away with his teeth, revealing nearly her entire breasts. This allowed him to etch a trail of kisses that almost reached her nipples, steered by her own hand that was outstretched behind his head. Stepping closer to the bed, the bartender unhooked her upper undergarment with his free hand, now kissing the sex worker's tattooed shoulders, under her excited gaze.

He promptly threw her onto the bed, to get rid of his shirt and kick off his boots. Meanwhile,she did the same, throwing her top underwear right along with it. Vander pounced onto his bed, towering over his lover's relaxed position on the mattress. The sight of her alone made him absolutely crazy. Inching down, he kissed her. The prostitute, seated for the moment being, flung her arms around his neck. She fidgeted with his ears, his hair, and he drove his tongue further into her mouth, pushing her into the mattress with his naked muscles.

   "F&ck, you're beautiful," he growled, hovering over her flawless body.

   "Why, thank you."

She laughed, her breathing irregular and a malicious spark lighting up her red eyes. Suddenly, they were competing, rivalling one another, and the experienced young female seemed to be close to winning the exchange: she had ripped his pants off and assumed the position he had first taken. She was crouched over him, dropping a kiss on his abdominals - and more than ready to grab the hem of his underwear - when he decided to lead again.

The male sat up and closed his right hand behind his girlfriend's neck, heaving her upwards, bringing her face to his. He kissed her, passionately with insatiable hunger, while his other hand pinched the brim of her lace panties. Holding herself up with her hands on his shoulders and her knees on either side of his body, the courtesan felt her heart race increasingly as he drew her undergarments down her thighs. In the span of a single breath, she pulled them off herself, rolling to the side to liberate him so he would be able to take off his own. Laying down, her chest rising and falling with lengthy exhales, she watched him. Rapidly, her lover crawled back to her on all four.