Damage control

2020, February 14th

(Velora, Stormhold)

AIDEN

Switching tactics, I picked her up and laid her out on the table before us, bumping the champagne bottle and the glasses off the table in the process.

"Pardon the intrusion, Your Highness," the waiter said nervously from the other side of the partition, having returned at the sound of breaking glass.

"Fuck off!" I cursed impatiently, spreading her legs wide open to really lay into her pussy.

Keira laughed through heavy breaths, a killer smile left behind when it died down.

"Down Denny," she teased, but she allowed me to rip her legs apart and have my way with her.

Murmurs and whispers came from the other side of the partition, but I didn't give a shit. The slight tremble of her legs meant she was about to come. That much I could do. Make the stone cold assassin's own body betray her.

She looked me dead in the eye as I drilled into her, table rumbling beneath us. Her eyes didn't warm to my touch as I slammed into her urgently, holding her in place as I did.

When the orgasm hit and her body unraveled on my dick, she didn't moan my name or cry out.

All she said, through gasps, was, "Keep going."

I couldn't help but comply. My hips thrust away relentlessly, desperate to have my dick back into her pussy over and over again. I couldn't keep my eyes off her.

There were no words of affection or vulnerability. Just a delirious look of satisfaction on her face. Her body pushed back up against mine. The second orgasm was more of the same. So was the third. By the fourth orgasm, I was satisfied that she enjoyed every second of me fucking her. Despite the wordless fuck, her body spoke volumes. I had her body quaking harder against mine with every release that followed.

Still, it wasn't enough. I wasn't in love with her, didn't even like her, but as expected I couldn't make my dick stop craving her. The less her face gave away, the more I sought to change that.

"Damn it, fucking say something," I said with a hiss, moments before I exploded inside her.

My dick had never given that many orgasms to a woman with one erection. And yet the single orgasm she gave me was humbling. I slumped onto her body, almost as though acknowledging defeat.

"You did Caspira proud," she said, making my ass feel vulnerable as she combed my sweat soaked strands with her fingers.

Alarm bells went off in my head. I had to get the fuck away from this woman.

We pulled away at the same time, turning our backs on each other to clean up and get dressed.

I was about to put my jacket on to cover up the partially open shirt due to the now missing buttons when I made the mistake of turning around to survey her state of dress. My legs were taking me to her before I knew what was happening.

"I'm not a complete asshole," I said, pulling my jacket over her shoulders.

We looked down at the tear I'd made in her dress at the same time. She laughed.

"It's just a little tear, Denny. Barely even there," she mused, moving to return my jacket.

Instead of accepting it, I took her arms and slipped them into the sleeves. If a different woman was wearing that dress, the tear might have been imperceptible. There was, however, nothing average about her tits. Or any part of her really.

"Don't flatter yourself. I'm just doing damage control. They can't write about it if they can't prove it," I said, buttoning her up.

I turned away from her once more, fixing my hair and putting my cufflinks back on while fighting the need already building up in my groin again.

(An hour later — Room X)

I planned to leave Keira behind like I did with everyone else. In fact, I wanted to get away from her more than most women. The pull to stay, to keep touching her until I found the chinks in her armour, was strong. Hence, the even stronger desire to flee.

When I stepped out of the restaurant, however, King Theron and my father, King Henry, ganged up on me in a conference call.

Apparently our impromptu fuck was already making noise. This was how I ended up still stuck with her. For the trouble we had caused, I was to be her escort back to her city, Imperium. She wasn't quite done with the night though.

"Don't look too hard and we won't have any problems," said Keira, steering me away from the men and women playing darts with knives.

I realized quickly that the knives were just a deterrent, a cover of sorts for what they were discussing. This was no ordinary club.

"What is this place? That guy just said—"

"I know honey, I know. Welcome to Room X," she said, leaning in to whisper. "About 70% of them are bounty hunters, mercenaries, hitmen, you name it. Hired guns. The other 30% are clients."

Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. She was joking, right? Somehow I thought not.

"Then what are we doing here?" I exclaimed.

"Watching you make faces like that," she said, amused.

Keira danced her way through the lit up club, putting on a little show for me as she pulled my jacket down her shoulders.

"Fuck Henry and Theron. I didn't sign up for this shit," I said, turning my back on her.

No sooner had I done so than someone bumped into me. Against my better judgment, I turned back around. The club had erupted into a fist/knife fight. Random strangers were connecting their fists and boots with each other's faces.

"We won't have any problems, she says," I grumbled.

As I ripped through the crowd in search of her, involuntarily getting in on the action in the process, my mind wandered.