by Calinda B
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Liking It Ruff
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Naz’s work was always eventful, but even she couldn’t top a day that started with Tannick Ruff’s pierced tongue curling seductively around her clit. She tried to hide the shiver that ran through her body and fixed her attention on the mission.
Laying back on the velvet couch that her partner for this mission, Tannick, had her spread over, she tried to keep her thoughts straight. His broad shoulders wedged between her parted legs, and his clever tongue danced wickedly over her clit as she tried to keep it together, enough to sweep a look around the room.
Ten guests, double that for sex workers, she reeled off over the team’s telepathic link as she let out a loud and not so fake, moan. Thank god none of the team surrounding her felt the waves of pleasure rolling through her, nor how much Tannick’s nearness affected her. Guests. All male. The usual types. Nine hetero…one homosexual. Workers are mainly humanoid…various species. One tentacalian.
She avoided looking that way. The bright purple tentacaled courtesan was wrapped around the lone homosexual guest. What it was doing with all those tentacles, though…she shuddered. Squick factor thousand. She had no idea what gender the being was. The creatures were highly prized at parties such as these and probably made more than all the other courtesans put together.
She moaned again, playing up to their cover. The only way they’d been able to infiltrate Kelran Gult’s pleasure palace had been amongst the ranks of the sex workers shipped in for the party. Gult didn’t like uninvited guests. Like, really didn’t like uninvited guests, particularly ones who carried licenses with the words “bounty hunter” on them. It was the sort of dislike that meant a watery end in the river outside the city, or as one of the many unidentified bodies hauled from the city’s waste disposal systems.
Since they were looking for a kidnapped girl, the chances of getting a legal invite to the place was around the same as a snowball in hell. However, if this had been a legal operation, then they wouldn’t have been called in. They weren’t nice people. They were the sort other people called in when the shit seriously hit the fan and the cops couldn’t deal. Since the cops couldn’t find their asses with both hands and a map, they got called in a lot.
Would you stop fucking wriggling? Tann shot her an exasperated thought over their private mental link. Despite the fact they’d never worked this closely before, the link was as strong as if they’d been working together for years. I can’t hear what’s going on next door.
He flicked his tongue over her clit again, then nibbled lightly. Naz closed her eyes as waves of heat raced over her body like hyperactive star-wrasse on the hull of a ship. Trying to stay still as he feasted on her like a starving man at a banquet was nigh on impossible. Biting her lip, she raised her arms over her head to grasp the edges of the couch. Her tits jiggled as she did, catching the gaze of the nearest of Gult’s guests.
His eyes filled with heat, his expression a sick leer of lust. She bit back the bile and arched her back a bit to display her body. Slender with a stacked rack and masses of white-blonde curls, she was the distracter. Courtesans worked in couples, be that opposite or same sex pairs; so no one had batted an eyelash at her and Tannick showing up together with their fake agency papers. What had caused a raised eyebrow and ensured their admittance into the palace, was the small brand below Tannick’s left eye that marked him as a were-dog.
There weren’t that many weres who worked the sex industry, but they were in high demand. For some reason, there was nothing wealthy perverts like Gult wanted to see more than a young human being fucked relentlessly by a were.
Not that she was actually being fucked by Tannick, this was all for show, but gods, she wanted to be. She sighed, a half whimper, half moan as he nibbled again, then gasped as he thrust his tongue deep inside her pussy.
Son of a bitch!
Naz uncrossed her eyes at Tann’s outburst. If he didn’t lay off with the nibbling soon, she was going to come. And, doing that would just announce to the powerfully built alpha that she was open to being fucked. Like proper fucked, not this playing about they were doing for the benefit of those around them.
What? What did you hear? she demanded, trying not to whimper and pout in disappointment as he moved from her pussy, trailing a line of kisses upward, over her toned belly. The gaze of the guest opposite them reflected anticipation. He shifted on his couch, forcing the young woman sucking on his cock to shuffle quickly along the carpet on her knees, to get a better view as Tannick crawled up to blanket her with his large body.
Naz bit back her growl. If that girl got so much as a carpet burn because of that wanker, then she was getting all up close and personal with him. And not in a way he’d enjoy. She, however, would enjoy it very much. There was nothing she liked more when she was sexually frustrated than the application of some bloody and brutal violence. Especially during the last month when thoughts of Tannick meant her battery operated friends just didn’t cut it. No, she wanted Tann’s thick cock inside her, not a buzzing piece of plastic.
She just didn’t want all the alpha male, were-doggy crap that came with it, thank you very much.
What? Naz asked through their mental link.
Uh…nothing. Thought I heard something, but it was static.
Wriggling and moaning, she used thoughts of bouncing the pudgy, middle-aged, perverted guests off of every available surface to distract her from the feel of Tannick settling over her in a parody of possession. They were both as naked as the day they’d been born…unless were-dogs were born with fur. Yeah, that was good. Puppies, normal or were, had that awww factor. Cute, not sexy.
That thought lasted as long as it took for him to roll his hips and press his hot, heavy cock right into the grove of her pussy. The gasp that escaped her lips was nowhere near faked.
Fuck me, you’re a good actress. He arched over her protectively, his gaze darting around the room as a growl rumbled in his throat. It was all part of the “were claims defenceless human woman” act they’d been briefed to play. Apparently it was a major fantasy of several of the guests. Sick bastards.
I could almost believe you were up for it.
She chuckled mentally, not an easy feat when she had the gaze of every straight guy in the room on her, and the thick cock she’d been fantasising about for weeks between her thighs.
Wrong gender, Spot. You’re the one who’s ‘up’. What would happen if I said ‘Down boy’?
His growl rumbled a little deeper at her teasing. Sliding a hand under her shoulders, he roughly rearranged her as though settling her into a better position to drive his cock into her willing body. Or unwilling body. Those watching really didn’t care as long as they got their show.
I’d turn you over my knee and paddle that luscious backside of yours before I fuck you. This lot’d love that. We might even get a bonus.
Uh-uh, Spot. Remember our deal. No real fucking. That cock does not get inside me or I’ll kick your ass six ways to Sunday.
She kept her mental voice calm and measured, but inside, her heart thrummed with excitement. They were both dominant personalities. She’d had to be, to make a rep for herself as a lone female bounty hunter. But…there was this little niggle deep inside. A need to have him take control and take what he wanted, so long as it was her and damn the consequences.
Hmm…actually our deal was I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to do. I didn’t say anything about not fucking.
He leaned over and brushed his lips against her throat. She almost jumped out of her skin at the soft caress, so out of character with his rough, tough, dominant alpha act. It was almost as if the small gesture was something private and special between the two of them. In fact, I’d quite happily screw you to oblivion right here and now…job or no job.
The other people in the room ceased to exist as her world reduced to just the two of them and the small area of velvet real estate they'd staked out for th
emselves on the couch.
Sorry handsome, not going to happen. You'd never respect me in the morning. Now any news on our girl?
*
Tannick gritted his teeth at her cool rebuff and ground his cock against her. His “stiff-as-a-fucking-iron-bar” cock was against her slick, hot pussy lips. How she could be so calm and collected, he had no idea. She wasn't human, she couldn't be. She was a damn siren, sent to torment the living freaking hell out of him.
Tann? The girl?
Yes, yes. The girl. Shut the fuck up whilst I listen, would ya? Damn women, you always talk too much, he grouched, trying to get it together enough to actually do what they came here to do. How the hell was he supposed to concentrate with her spread out under him like some sort of pagan sacrifice? It was more than any man could cope with.
“Del…Rogue…anything doing on level two?” he asked, pulling Naz’s leg up higher against his side. With a flick of his hips, he slid his cock along her sweet grove again, mimicking penetration. What god had he pissed off to get stuck here, pretending to fuck a woman he really did want to fuck the living daylights out of?
She gasped at his movement, her blue eyes widening in reaction as a small gasp fell from her perfect lips. Her act of a woman struggling to adapt to a thick cock being rammed suddenly inside her was so good, so complete, he had to check where his dick actually was. At the thought, his cock pulsed in frustrated denial. He wasn’t inside her, but fucking hell did he want to be.
Within seconds the team casing the lower levels of the building replied. Nothing doin’, boss. It’s as quiet as a churchyard down here. All we got is the staff and that’s about it. Del’s mental voice, calm and capable, filled his mind. Frustration rolled through him once more and he thrust his hips against Naz again.
Why couldn’t they have found something down there? He could have stopped this farce and stormed down there to rescue the girl. An activity that would involve pants and a shitload less temptation. The other option was to let Del and her three hundred pound shadow, Rogue, deal with the girl while he found a nice little corner and did all the wicked things going through his mind to the woman under him.
Del was too good at her job for him to question her, though. Cool and capable, she was his right hand “man”. If she wasn’t one of his littermates, then she’d be the one under him instead…he stopped that thought right where it was.
Thinking of Del that way anywhere near an open telepathic link was just asking for trouble. Trouble that came in the form of an ass-kicking from Rogue who’d made his intentions toward the diminutive female were-dog clear within seconds of meeting her. Tannick might have a rep as a total nutter, but even he wasn’t insane enough to trade blows with an ex-military cyborg.
How’s it going down there? Coping with all that depravity? Del’s voice held a hint of amusement, all directed at him. He swore in a carefully closed off section of his mind.
You can bloody laugh. It ain’t your ass on display for the world to see, he groused as he growled for their audience and pumped his hips some more. His cock threatened to disown him, all this stimulation for what they both knew was going to be a quick hand job to finish himself off. If he was lucky. But any onlooker would assume he used Naz for sexual gratification. Hard, dirty fucking. No emotions wanted or needed.
Bracing himself on a brawny forearm, he grabbed a handful of her blonde curls to pull her head back and expose her throat for his lips. She whimpered and wriggled against his captured cock. He gritted his teeth and tried to recite the seven times table in his head. Backward. Anything to stop the explosion that threatened. He hadn’t been this near to losing control for years.
No need to enjoy it so much. His mental tone was sharp—need and frustration gnawed at his guts. All it would take was one flick of his hips and he’d be hilt-deep inside her.
And three seconds after that I’d break every bone in your body.
Her reply was hot on the heels of his wayward thought. Crap, she’d heard him. He must have been broadcasting. Another mistake he hadn’t made for years.
Not if you enjoyed it, baby. And I’d make sure you enjoyed it.
He hunkered over her, the rhythm of his hips a little out of sync now as he faked an orgasm. Fucking great. He had the woman of his dreams in his arms, the one his sense of smell told him was the one and he was fucking faking it.
He ignored the aching need in his cock and balls to quit the pretence and make it real, his hips pumping away. No doubt his ass flashed under the overhead lights, but right at the moment he couldn’t have given a shit who was getting an eyeful.
Right on cue, Naz let out a keening moan, her eyes rolling back in her head in what had to be the best fake orgasm he’d ever seen a woman have. Not that he’d seen that many. Women just didn’t fake things like that around him. Throwing back his head, he bellowed out his own, equally fake, release.
You two finished? We got something here.
*
My god, the man had an ass. Firm enough to crack nuts and covered in satin skin she couldn’t get enough of running her hands over.
Her breathing more than a little compromised, Naz lay back on the couch and pretended to recover from the best shag of her life. If only it had been real, it certainly would have been. Biting her lip, she fought the flush that tried to invade every inch of her skin. Her breasts felt heavy, the skin tingling and her nipples were as hard as pebbles after brushing against Tannick’s lightly haired chest.
The ache she felt there was nothing compared to the one between her legs. Hot, wanton lust surged through her veins like a conquering force to set up camp directly over her clit. Hyper-sensitive from his cock rubbing over it, the small nubbin of bundled nerves pulsed and throbbed. She bit back a whimper as she lay there, pretending to be all sated when she was anything but.
All she wanted to do was call Tann back, throw him across the couch and ride that stiff cock until they were both insensible with pleasure. But she couldn’t even have a wank to finish herself off without blowing their cover.
What you got?
Tannick stalked to the screened off comfort area provided for the courtesans.
Gult’s on the move up to you. He’s got the girl. We need to move fast, looks as if she’s the main act.
Shit. She rolled off the couch and padded after Tann. This was the last thing they needed. Sure their client wanted his daughter back, but their contract stated the girl had to be “undamaged”. Naz had been around enough of these noble types to know the girl’s value was in marriage. And after Gult’s guests had taken a turn at her—she sure as hell wasn’t going to count as undamaged.
Halfway to the screened area a tap on her shoulder brought her to a halt. She turned with a polite smile as she fought down her automatic instinct to spin around and introduce whoever it was’ face to the nearest wall for touching her. A bored looking steward stood behind her.
“You and your partner need to come through to the main hall. Mr. Gult likes exotics.”
She nodded in reply and carried on toward the screen.
We’re up, she said as she stepped behind it. Well, you already are.
Tann was in the small cleansing booth. His head was dropped back and blond hair cascaded around his broad shoulders as he let the sonic waves wash over him. His cock stood proud, jutting against his belly like a divining rod. Proof, if any were needed of his masculinity. Fluffers hovered hopefully, licking their lips at the display. A bolt of jealousy attacked Naz broadside. Mine.
He lifted his head and half turned to look at her. Hooded eyes swept an assessing glance over her. It was quick, but she knew he took in every aspect of her naked body. Pride made her arch her back and tilt her hips a little. She knew she looked good. The life of a freelance bounty hunter was a hard, physical one and she’d racked up a lot of gym time making sure she was fit enough.
Heat flared, took hold and became an inferno in his blue eyes. The cleansing cycle finished and the machine clicked off. Tannick stepped
from the booth, almost tripping over one of the fluffers and waving her away with a hint of irritation.
Should’ve taken what she offered, pretty boy.
Naz didn’t know quite why she taunted him. Were-dogs, like any other lycanthrope, were not known for their anger management abilities. It was like baiting a tiger or a lion…about as sensible as covering yourself in petrol and playing with matches.
Tann grabbed a towel from a nearby bench and ran it lightly over his chest and shoulders. The last part of the cycle was a light mist of body moisturiser. She could tell from the irritation in his movements he wasn’t a moisturising sort of guy.
It’s not her lips I want wrapped around my cock.
Naz lifted an eyebrow as she stepped into the booth and slapped the start button. The fluffers milled around, unsure what to do with the tense silence between the two courtesans. Normally they had to “revive” the flagging males, or apply desensitising cream to cocks and cunts, so the workers could get back to it. The fact that neither Naz nor Tannick had requested either and the fact that Tann’s raging erection showed no sign of abating seemed to derail their entire thought processes.
Don’t tell me…The Tentacalian? Didn’t know you had a thing for the purps.
She did a slow turn in the booth, so the waves could get every part of her skin. A deep shiver hit her. She’d never be clean again. Not because of Tannick, but thanks to the lecherous guest who’d been nearest to them. It was as if his very gaze had left a coating of sleaze on her skin that even a week long soak wouldn’t get rid of. No, the only thing that would make her feel better was pounding his face into the floor as she explained why it wasn’t nice to treat women as sex objects.
He watched her through unreadable eyes as he dropped the towel on the bench. As though the movement had freed her from her paralysis, the nearest fluffer took that as a signal that he needed “reviving” and dropped to her knees in front of him.
