Lust Meets Wrath

Prove Your Worth

Striker led them back to the Motel and dismounted. Both if them handling their horses before anything else. He watched how well the little imp took care of the pony, treated the little mare like her own. Course Yancy and Roseanne probably told her to. 

Once the horses were settled his tail snapped about her wrist again and he led her into his room. Forcing her inside he locked the door and leaned on it. "Alright lil' lady, vent yer spleen. Why did ya come looking for me?"

Lena sat on the bed and bit her lip. "I dunno, something about ya... it lights a fire in me. Something I've never felt before."

He lifted a brow, tail swaying idly. She wasn't here to kill him, no. In fact she wanted something else and he chuckled some. "Heh, yer not an assassin... yer just a huge fan huh sweetheart?" He walked over and sat beside her. "Not even armed are ya?"

Her backpack was on the floor, she looked to him. "Well... I am armed."she giggled some and got that double take look from the snake.

"Where?" He lifted a brow. 

"My secret." She flicked her tongue out. 

He growled some. "Yer gonna test my patience Lena.." he tugged her close. 

"Ah.. hey.. what're ya doing?" She asked and blushed, shivering some. Tail wagging a little. 

His hands moved over her body, frisking her. Looking for the weapon she said she had. Though the blush that turned her white freckles to red didn't go unnoticed. "Looking for yer gun darling." He kept looking. 

"Hnnnn... hey.. s-stop... ahn..." her cheeks getting darker as she squirmed. "Please... stop..."

He chuckled and stopped, hands on either side of her. "So where's the gun darlin'?" He leaned in close. 

Lena bit her lip and pulled it from her bra. "It's just a little one..."

Striker lifted a brow. "Huh... never would have thought ya had one in there." He smirked and rattled his tail.  "Clever little thing ya are miss." He hissed softly. 

"Ah.. yes well..." the little imp turned her head. "I..."

"Go on... speak." He grinned, tail rattling faintly behind him. 

"I guess I am pretty clever." She agreed and wagged her tail.

"Mmmm... but can ya hold yer own?" The hitman asked with a grin. 

"Of course I can!" She scoffed and he grabbed her gun setting it on the floor. "Hey."

"Prove it then." He pinned her to the bed. "Throw me off lil' lady."

Cheeks a dark red she squirmed some under him. 'I have to do this...' she thought and growled. Arching her back to try and throw him off. Hissing she wiggled and arched again then kneed him in the gut. 

Huffing, Striker reeled back and turned yellow eyes on the little imp, "Alright then... hnhn." He grabbed her tail as she scrambled to stand, pulling her to his chest. "Not gonna be easy on ya just because yer a lady." He held her and pushed his snoot into her neck. 

Lena fidgeted and wiggled in his grip. "Nnnn.. strong bastard..." she panted, leaning her head back. "Ah... fuck..." she squirmed more then elbowed him right in the stomach. 

He let her loose and grabbed his stomach. "Oh yer feisty, hnhn. Ah do like a feisty gal." He winked. "Get over here and try to take me down. Prove yer worth."

"Wha... yer serious?" She asked and wagged her tail. 

"Yes." His tail rattled and he grinned at her. "C'mon take me down if ya can."

She growled and jumped at him, locking claws with him. He grinned and stayed kneeling on the bed, pushing against her. She hissed and pushed against him, tail wagging madly as she stared at him. He chuckled and dipped his head down nipping at her neck. "Ahn..." she whimpered. "Hey not fair!"

"Fights ain't fair, deal with it."

Lena squirmed and snapped her tail around his neck. "Fine, I'll deal with it."

He shuddered and choked a little. "Mmm... harder..." he growled and licked his lips. 

She blushed and looked to him. "Damn yer kinda kinky." She curled her tail tighter and pushed against him. 

He snickered and leaned back, looking to her. "Oh ya have no idea darlin' but this ain't what we're doing." 

"It's the same as you nipping at my neck."

"Ya like that huh?" He asked and pushed into her neck, hot breath washing over it. 

"Ahn... yes... " she shuddered and loosened her tail. Suddenly she tensed as he bit into her neck. She moaned a little and he moved closer, claws grabbing her back. "Ahnnnn... Striker...you can't just..."

He stopped and chuckled some. "Teasin' too much for ya?" He asked and pinned her under him again. "C'mon now Lena... yer supposed to take me down."

Taking a breath she growled and squirmed out from under him, then shook herself and pounced on him. He hissed and arched his back as she basically mounted him like a horse. "Hey now..." he growled. Lena giggled some and he grinned reaching back to grab her. She moved on his back and grabbed his hand. "Wait, what are you doing?"

"Yer about to see..." her tail grabbed the rope on his hip as he reached back with his other hand. "Now see here lil' missy Ah ain't a horse." She grabbed his other hand and he hissed some. She then tied both his hands behind him. "Gotcha Striker." She giggled.

"Well damn..." he snorted some and looked over his shoulder. "Ya sure did."

She giggled again and got off him, moving around to stand in front of  him. 

"What lil' lady?"

She grabbed his kerchief and pulled him close. "I think I earned a little something."

He nodded some. "Mhm, and whatcha want?"

Lena grinned at him, hip cocked to the side as she held him by his kerchief. "A kiss." She said simply and pushed her lips to his. He didn't pull back, he pushed into it a little and curled his tail around her little body. She shuddered and broke the kiss, blushing as the spade end of his tail rubbed between her breasts. 

"Ah... what are you doing?" She grabbed his tail.

"Teasing ya." He grinned and winked. "Now would ya mind untyin' me ma'am?"

"Mmmm... I suppose." She moved around behind him and he leaned his head back looking to her, eyes glowing faintly. Slowly she untied him and he hissed softly, tail giving a little rattle. "There." She smiled. 

"Yer a clever and tricky little imp." He grinned and turned pinning her to the pillows. "Hnhn, and now yer locked in here with the most dangerous imp in hell." He leaned down, gold tooth glinting. "Tell me darlin' how do ya feel?"

The succuimp shivered some, his claws on her wrists, snoot so close to her throat. "Honestly? Kinda turned on..." she blushed.

"Heh, like it rough do ya?" He licked along her jugular vein. Feeling her shiver made him grin again, tail rattling. 

"Ahn... yes." Lena bit her lip.