Smut. Yay.

He lay there upon her bed - the mattress itself was of goose down and the pillows as well but the quilt had been hand made from the finest silks – nude, as nude as he was the day he was born. Short dirty blonde hair fanned across the pillows. The bastard casted about the room, only to find a young lady standing at the open window, undressing from her blue, grey, and black clothing. Beneath the tightly clad clothing was pale flesh, scarred and branded, some thin some thick but they spanned across her back and paused just above her buttocks. They were rounded and muscled connected to long toned and slender legs, which also adorned scars. There was a brand on her neck. No, not a brand, a tattoo. It was of an eye, an all seeing eye that had the body of a fish with a small flame for the iris and what appeared to be water droplets for the lashes. On her left shoulder were tribal tattoos that extended up to her neck and down to her forearm, they even graced her scarred shoulder blade. They appeared to be tendrils in the shape of a dragon that made their home upon her flesh. Slowly she removed the cowl and scarf she wore over her face and pitched it with the rest of her clothes. Long curly brunette tresses cascaded down her scarred back and she turned to him ice blue eyes shining. Her lips were rather plump, a pale pink color, and curved into a smile. Such perfect lips blemished by a scar on the left side, a thin scar that looked like it could have been from a knife. Her cheekbones were high and donned with rosy cheeks. Icy blue eyes twinkled when she smiled at him. She then turned to the prisoner upon the bed and approached him, curved hips swaying with every step she took. He took note of a scar across her chest and the small brand upon her left hip. It was the letter ‘B’ fancily drawn and encircled. Her breasts were perfectly rounded, nipples perky and eager or attention. Also there were multiple scars on her right arm starting from below the wrist up to her shoulder. Even looking at her stirred heat in his loins, and he cursed himself when his member began to rise to attention. Her smile grew wider as she stood beside the bed, hands upon her hips as she eyed him fully. He appeared much older than her but his body was still well muscled, his chest and belly had a medium layer of hair adorning it but it came thicker below the navel and around his rather thick and long length. Even his legs had a medium layer of hair upon them. Her eyes trailed up to his handsome face, he looked to be about middle aged, maybe a little younger but not nearly old enough to be her father. Slender delicate fingers trailed over the dirty blonde beard upon his face as her icy blue eyes met his green blue ones. The man released a shuddering breath as her fingers traced over his lips gingerly.

“Fiore…” he breathed.

“Shhh Master Raoul. Just enjoy yourself.”

Her lips spread into a smile as she leaned down to kiss him her soft lips brushing against his, a hand cupping his bearded cheek. His own calloused one pressed against her chest right above one of her supple breasts gently nudging her away.

“No Fiore…” He said.

“Your lips say one thing Master…but your penis says another.” She pointed out. A blush crept across his cheeks. He knew she was right. The throbbing erection between his legs reminded him of that. Soft lips pressed against his once more but this time his hand reached up to cup her pale cheek lightly. Deep in his soul he knew this was wrong. A master sleeping with his apprentice, it was taboo amongst the world of shadows and assassins, but everyone knew that a master hit man would usually sleep with his apprentice. It was more dangerous with a male master and female apprentice. If proper precautions were not taken the female would conceive a bastard child and would have to leave the profession. Most ended up on the streets or in whore houses, abandoning their infant babes while others exiled themselves to other towns or cities. Not many made it to the nearest town alive. Even in the world of shadows it was a sin to terminate a pregnancy.

“Fiore…” he groaned this time when her lips parted with his.

“Yes master?” She asked as she swung a leg over and straddled his hips. Fiore was a natural in the art of seduction and sexual affairs. It was a talent she had all on her own. Nothing like her sister. A low groan escaped his lips as her hot folds brushed against his aching penis.

“You are very well endowed Master.” She commented as she slowly rubbed her sex against his large aching cock. A though sparked in her mind. He was large that’s for sure but would she be able to fit him inside of her? Fiore bit her lip as she grinded against his length but this added more pain to both of their arousals. Since Raoul had taken her under his wing as an apprentice she was fond of him. He was neither cruel nor was he careless. They had been master and apprentice since she was a mere child…but she was a woman now and she wanted her master. Even though she knew it was taboo for them to be having sex she didn’t care. She had desired this for longer than she could remember. It was the day her breasts began to form and her hips began to round out. Since then she had wanted to know what it would be like if he occupied her womanhood. If it was his seed that filled her womb to the brim. Slowly she leaned down to kiss him once more, just as his hands gripped upon her buttocks. But it was he who pulled away briefly.

“Oil…do you have any oil to make this easier…” he moaned against her lips. Hers in turn curved into a smile as she straightened up a bit and eased herself off of the larger man beneath her and she moved to the drawer beside the bed and opened it pulling out a small vial of clear liquid and held it up to show him. He smiled at her.

“Clever girl.”

“I never go anywhere without it. You know that.” Fiore replied with a wink. She then opened the vial and poured some into her hand before she closed the vial and set it back in her drawer.  He watched her with lecherous eyes as she straddled him again, this time farther back so she was settled upon his thighs. Her oil soaked fingers curled around his engorged member coating it with the oil, her hand moving in soft gentle strokes. A soft hissing noise came from his lips as she did this but suddenly his hand gripped her wrist drawing it away from his swollen flesh. Sweat already began to cover his face as his eyes glanced down to her.

“Mount me.” He whispered.

“Touch me first.” She retorted her eyes glittering in the moonlight.

The corner of his lips curled into a smile as she shifted a bit, her sex hovering, just barely brushing against his own. Thick digits reached over to her, fingertips just scarcely touching against her pink folds. They nipped, caressed, and nudged at her womanhood until he slid a finger inside of her. This got her to gasp in pleasure. Her petite hand closed over his as he slid another finger inside of her hot and moist entrance. He was stretching her; he wanted to prepare her for his girth.  Raoul knew he was more than women could handle and he did not want to hurt his young, beautiful…and rather aroused apprentice. Her juices began to drip onto his fingers.

“You’re so wet Fiore.” He groaned as he sat up, a hand brushing the curls out of the way of her neck so his lips could press against the soft flesh. Soft suckling and kissing sound came from him as his lips sucked upon her neck and kissed the spot where her shoulder met her neck. It was his favorite spot to kiss on a woman. A third finger slid inside of her as he bit down experimentally on her flesh, but not hard enough to draw blood. The hand teasing her sex drew away as he pulled away his lips from her neck. Icy blue eyes met his own and a light flush graced her cheeks. Fiore appeared to be a virgin on her wedding night with the look she gave her master. So innocent so young and excited for what was to come. Her lips connected with his as she shifted her hips so they barely hovered above his hardness. His hand gripped his slickened penis to steady it as she lowered herself onto him, her folds stretching around him. When he was halfway in, his hands rested upon her hips as he slid into her even further. Finally he sheathed himself inside of her. Her womanhood felt so tight, hot, and moist around his cock. Glancing up to her he stroked her cheek noticing the aroused expression upon her face. It took her a moment to get adjusted to his girth but she raised her hips slightly before slowly lowering them. He groaned a bit but placed a hand to her cheek his eyes asking her if he could flip them over. She smiled and gave him a slight nod before kissing him again. Gingerly and gradually they shifted together until Fiore lay upon her back her legs spread apart and Raoul buried inside of her. She pulled her legs up to her chest gripping her shins with her hands as she grinned up at him. A rather lecherous grin appeared upon his face as he placed his palms on her thighs pulling out slowly then quickly thrusting in. Arching and moaning Fiore gripped onto the pillows as he continued his pattern of slowly withdrawing then quickly thrusting it. But then Raoul changed the pattern. He did three shallow thrusts then two deep penetrating ones which caused the petite female to writhe beneath his body. Soon he couldn’t take it anymore. Her cavern was so warm and inviting that he placed his palms on either side of her head and began a brutal pace of thrusting hard into her. With beast like movements and guttural growls Raoul made feral love to his apprentice and she in turn clung to her master as if he was the only thing keeping her head above water. Her vision was clouded with lust as her hips automatically began to meet his when he penetrated her core. A pressure built within her lower abdomen, a needy rising pressure. Fiore was near. Very near to her peak. Fingernails dug into his fair flesh as she clutched him to her body enjoying the skin on skin contact it gave. Sweat rolled down his spine as he grunted with very thrust and soon with a low and guttural growl he buried himself into her sex shooting his hot wet seed into her oh so welcoming womb. White shadowed her vision as she cried out in ecstasy, her sex tightened around his as she reached her peak of completion and she soon fell limp and weak beneath him. Panting he tenderly kissed her lips and slowly withdrew from her dripping sex. Raoul collapsed at her side eyes half lidded and body covered with sweat. In turn Fiore shifted slightly onto her side her head tuck just beneath his chin, a hand on a scarred shoulder and her leg slightly curled around his body. A soft purring noise emitted from her as a contented smile rested upon her lips. A strong arm circled around her lithe waist drawing her closer to him as his lips pressed against her forehead.

“Fiore…” He breathed heavily.

“Thank you master.”

He smiled and kissed her head once more. It seemed so peaceful so serene after their feral act of sex. They both knew they had committed a taboo but neither of them cared. Besides Fiore knew better than to not take a contraceptive potion before engaging in sex. He had taught her better than that.

“You’re welcome Fiore.”