THE HUNTMAN

Chapter 13 : Hans

I was supposed to go on a mission to the city to find Tate Seven and Ruby but I was demoted to a much less interesting mission: monitoring a mute who killed Titus and broke the finger of one of the men who took him in just for fun. . He is missing a square since his passage into the world of the dead.

I gave the orphan a little break to recover from her emotions, so it's up to me to certify that she ate her entire plate. Martha brought it to me, it's a fish soup with green beans and a piece of black forest for dessert. She eats the same way as us, she is treated like a queen even though she does not yet have this title. She's barely conscious, how could she rule an entire kingdom?

I place her bowl of soup on the bed trunk and motion for her to eat, but she just stays on the bed, scribbling on one of Blake's books. He's going to throw a tantrum when he sees what she does to his collector's edition of Around the World in 80 Days. I lean against the dressing table, look around the room and tap my fingers on the mirror.

"April, I see you looking at me through the mirror. You should eat before you're all skin and bones."

She narrows her eyes, her eyebrows furrow, she shades her drawing with the corner of the pencil. She doesn't seem motivated to enjoy her lunch, she looks around then refines her work. I'm curious, what does she include in her sketch? A draft that lasts several hours like this has to be perfect. I walk around the room and glance here and there. It's erotic what she scratches on the paper, I recognize her body but I can't determine who the second person is. I snatch the book from his hands and my jaw tightens when I recognize the person in his work.

"Nate Seven? You drew a sex scene between him and you while tied to the bars of the bed. Is that what you want ? Getting fucked by an orphan who handcuffs you to the back of a bed?"

I place the book on the dresser and tug at her green dress. I tear the fabric from side to side, her goddess body is exposed to my view. I love Zola but I could die to touch a woman with an anatomy like that. I tear off her yellow lace thong, I place my hand over her mouth and push her onto the bed. She doesn't resist, my skin rubs against hers, the heat of her body surrounds mine.

My breathing quickens as my mouth gets closer to her breasts, Blake must have handcuffs in this room. She wants to be fucked with her hands together so I won't deprive her of that. I will do anything the princess desires if I can lick her golden skin and take it with vigor. I reach out, rummage in the bedside table for a link.

She crushes her legs together, I rub myself against the fiery down which overlooks her little highness pussy. The soldier stands at attention against her as I cover her face with kisses marked by all the hatred I have accumulated against her title. She plants her butt in the mattress to escape me but she won't succeed. I hate her so much that my boner has never been stronger than at this very moment.

I take a rope out of the table, I wedge it between my knees while I tie his hands to the bed. She has her eyes closed and struggles only slightly. The muscles in his jaw are tense and goosebumps break out over his thin skin. I won't force her to like me, I just want to show her what she scribbled. She's stuck, her hands tied, at my mercy.

It's so nice not to worry about work or the outside world. I knead her breasts, run my fingers over her delicate curves and breathe in the cool air that surrounds the room. I quickly get naked and touch her entrance with my penis. She bends her back, this position highlights her muscles, I didn't think I would get hard for a muscular woman.

"You like being tied up, it makes you wet knowing that someone could use you without you being able to do anything. Your clit is so swollen and warm. I'm going to take you, exactly as you drew it."

I rub my cock on her clit, it gets bigger and bigger. The friction excites us both, she looks away, I suck on her swollen nipples. Her pussy is too dry, I need better lubrication to avoid burning. I go down between her thighs to moisten her femininity. My tongue tickles her soft pink lips, it has the flavor of the best Parisian pastries, this taste of seventh heaven makes me want to continue more and more. I get rid of her tampon which goes into the trash.