Path of the Hunters - NSFW

Her head fell back on a moan as she moved with him.

His lapping trailed down to her shoulder.

She nibbled on his ear, panting.

He breathed her name, his panting picking up.

She moaned, hips pumping.

His grip on her hips tightened, pace quickening.

She bit into his ear, hips moving as quick as they could.

His moaning escalated, feeling himself reach his peak.

She cried out, cumming suddenly and hard.

He groaned, releasing soon after, and just as intense.

She dropped her head onto his shoulder, breathing heavily.

"So..." he said breathlessly. "how do you think... our families will react... to all this?..."

"Amile... She does not care... Assuming mine...ever finds out... and why would they? ...they will kill you." She smiled. "Or try."

"I'll have to check on that knucklehead at some point. Make sure she doesn't commit suicide." He chuckled, then heard a beep as the kitchen timer went off. "What'd I tell ya?" he said with a grin. "Right on time."

She laughed, unwinding her legs from around him. "So we are."

In the next couple of minutes, the two were back in the dining room, enjoying their little feast, not unlike the night before.

"So, did you have a good time while I was away?"

"The minute you were gone, I was. And then I spent the entire night killing your family's followers." She smiled. "So... oui."

"Must've been a busy night. Amile had some 500 followers in her little army."

"I 'ad 'elp," she reminded him, taking a piece of chicken. "Mm..."

"I know. I don't think anyone else is as well-oiled as Cross and the crew."

She nodded. "I imagine working in a group would be difficult. They make it look easy." She swirled her drink before taking a sip. "It is 'ard to picture you as part of it."

"Looking back, I still don't believe it." He took a bite of his macaroni. "Back then, I thought I'd be stuck as a two-bit street thug rabble rouser."

She smiled at him. "Tell me."

"Well, mom died when I was about twelve. Not long after, my dad went deadbeat. Not like he was ever really there to begin with. Ends up gettin' himself killed over some two-bit slut off the streets. Seriously, though, this guy's a war vet, and he gets done in by some hooker.

"Bottom line, I shut down. Ran through foster homes 'til I turned fourteen. Then, they found a nice spot for me in juvie."

"That is for childhood criminals, non?"