Brief side note: The following is from the viewpoint of Attica's comrade, Maraldi. If this is the first chapter you have read within the Infernal Machines series - for the purposes of continuity - I recommend that you read from Ch. 01 first in order to get a better idea of what has previously happened.
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The glass of water I requested makes a gentle clinking noise as it nudges back and forth on the bedside table; she asked for it rough, and I paid enough for the both of us to have an equally good time.
My preferred method would have been to keep my hands against the wall, or at the very least a hard surface for gripping - however, she seems to be gaining enjoyment with my hands on her hips and occasionally her plump ass for every time she asks to be spanked 'like the naughty girl she is'.
Her moans are loud and excitable - they seem to drown out each of my grunts as I focus on thrusting into her.
"Ohhh yes baby! Mmmm that's it, fuck my ass! Mmmm yesss!"
I let out the odd moan here and there - it usually only comes out when she pushes herself back onto me. Her tight entrance is snug, but lubrication comes frequently in the form of my precum. Not that she's looking for that alone.
I spank her ass harder and with each she lets out a small squeal of delight. *That* makes me moan more - the debauchery in her voice is working wonders. My hands move around to her front, bringing me closer into her whilst I massage her heavy breasts, kneading them together and toying with her nipples.
Her moans grow in decibel - she lets out a small, exasperated scream before breathing heavily. I tease her as I move my left hand down her body - soaking wet. Good.
She persists, though she doesn't have to - her ass cheeks slap against me as she thrusts back into my hips, driving my hard cock in and out of her vigorously.
I caress my fingers up and her wet pussy lips as I moan out loud. I tell her I'm close and she begs me.
"Mmmph please - please cum! Cum mmmm inside of me! Fill me mmmm fill me up!"
Without a moment's notice I fulfil her desire and slam my length deep inside, releasing my hot cum into her tight ass.
She has her adorable moments - like when she nearly stumbled onto the bed earlier - and one of the few I've seen so far is how red her face becomes as she presses her face into the pillow. She's sustaining a long, pleasurable groan, much to my disappointment. I was looking forward to hearing her show how much she wanted this, but perhaps this line of work presents a challenge even to the hostess' customers.
I slip out of her and lean forward to kiss along the nape of her neck. I brush some of her long blonde hair away as I whisper into her ear.
"You were wonderful."
She takes the rest of what I owe and proceeds on her way. Never looked back as I bid her goodnight.
I sat alone for a short period; I took the glass of water from the side and began to sip at it slowly, staring outside towards the glistening moon. One of my few, true companions these days.
I rise to my feet and wrap one of the towels from the small chest of drawers around my waist, covering my lower as I make my way out into the stretch of hallway, closing the door behind.
Proceeding down towards the bathroom, I hear moans coming from one of the rooms close-by - a man and a woman. The female voice gasps.
"Did I hurt your arm?"
I smirk as I hear a growl return from the other, more masculine voice. I continue on down the hall.
She must be his lover.
I take a moment to examine the bathroom. Normally I would prefer to make use of the old-fashioned, copper bathtubs - in fact, I'm amazed they even have one here, given that they're quickly becoming less and less used - but I'm drawn instead to the shower that appears to have been newly fitted in. Silver nozzles and showerhead fixed to the wall; no sign of a pipe for the water to flow from.
I take my chances and am pleased by its usefulness. Hot water quickly coats my skin; I make use of the soap at the sink and lather some of it into my hands, massaging it into my arms before rinsing it off, doing the same for my legs and so on.
I turn away from the wall and close my eyes, stepping back slightly to allow the water to cascade down over my slicked hair and I push my hands gently through it, ruffling it slightly.
After a while I step out and carefully dry myself off - I massage the towel into my arms and legs, drying off my torso and back, cleaning my limp cock and ruffling my hair with the towel.
I wrap it once more around my waist.
I make my way back down the hallway - no noise coming from their room now. He's probably taking a break.
I reach the door and go to open it, only the door is slightly ajar. I barely step into the room before I notice this, and with caution I step in slowly. The light of the hallway covets barely enough of the room, but it manages to reach the end of my bed - and over a slender pair of feet.
I try to see more out of the darkness but the difference in light frequency makes this difficult - taking my chances, I instead move into the bedroom and close the door behind me, locking it as I keep my gaze focused over the dark silhouette at the bed.
"I didn't request any further service."
The figure doesn't make any form of response, but as I slowly move around the bed towards the window I can sense its eyes following me. I reach the bedside table.
"You're in my room...I suppose, then, you won't mind if I shed some light in here..."
No response again. I take a small packet of matches out of one of the drawers, being sure to carefully withdraw my gun also. I take it into my hand and, in fiddling with the packet with the other, carefully prepare it for any sudden movements. I strike a match against the wood of the table.
I light the candle and swiftly turn to hold my gun up to...her.
Much to my surprise, there is a young, slender female lying on my bed, staring up at me. The main attributes I notice are the discolouration of her skin - flamboyant patches of green and blue - her slightly pointed ears, and the most dazzling amber eyes I believe I've ever seen.
She's gazing up at me with what appears to be a content smile. It's like she's pleased to see me, but...to my recollection I've never met her before.
"Who...Who are you?"
She doesn't speak. She doesn't need to; With every word I utter, I feel myself growing weaker, mentally and physically. My gun falls from my hand and I simply stare at it.
I don't know what's come over me - I use what I can to look up to her. Her form is growing fuzzy. With the last of my strength I pounce onto the bed, moving atop of her wildly as my hands violently press into either side of the pillow.
She simply stares up at me. My breath is growing heavy as I try to fight for control of my own body. She leans in and whispers into my ear.
A language I don't recognise. My eyes flutter slightly as I switch between domination and submission; a word keeps flickering in my head.
"Infinity."
The force that held onto me suddenly disappeared - my breathing quickened. I stared at her with caution and a strange, curious desire.
