From his room the sounds of the bar were a dull buzz as he lay on a bed large enough to accommodate his six foot 8 form. Lean an muscular Edward Dante lounged with one hand behind his blonde haired head, but the other was busy. Nothing covered his long form, old scars crossing it here and there. The busy hand was currently sliding down his stomach, over the dark wiry hair of his groin it moved until he clutched his male member, large even half flaccid, though it would not be so limp for long.
Skillfully his hand moved up and down on it and his breathing became ragged as fingers slid along the underside. Soon it stood hard and firm, nearly 11 inches long, and thick, so thick that the small hand suddenly wrapped around it with his could not fully encircle it. Though Namea's fingers were long,they could not fully grip the brute power of his manhood and she smiled at him. Long lashed crimson eyes gleamed in the semi darkness he'd created by drawing his blinds, and he looked at her with wide eyes. He'd not even heard the assassin enter.
With graceful movements she continued his actions, taking his hand away from himself as she crawled over him and straddled his body with her own tiny one. At five foot nothing she almost appeared a child beside the huge man, but Dante knew all too well that she was no innocent little girl. She was a creature ancient in age, but her face could have been on a 19 year old woman and her body was firm. At the moment that body was all Dante could think about, and his hard rod twitched in her direction as if to illustrate that exact point.
She was naked, and pale breasts pressed against his chest as her mouth met his hotly, slender tongue darting and probing for his own as he suddenly pulled her down against him. One large hand rested on her back while the other moved down her naked torso teasingly. Something smooth, soft, and gloriously wet brushed against the head of his cock and he looked down to watch her slowly moving her soaked nether lips against his full lenth but not allowing him to penetrate. In perfect mimicry of sex she moaned, moving faster on him while he simply slid harmlessly against her from clit to anus, forbidden the bliss of her full sex just yet.
A noise drew his eyes to her doll-like face and he almost chuckled aloud at the pure lusting pleasure painted there. From this taunting act of foreplay she was soaking up pleasure, and a distinct musky aroma rose from her in her need. The hand on her back slid down and around, cupping her breast and toying one small nipple between his fingers as his mouth slid to cover the other, tongue slowly lapping at it. Her moans grew a bit more frequent and his other hand slid down slowly until his thumb was rasping over the swollen nub of her clit, pinching and teasing it into submission until he felt a flood of liquid on his hardness. Without even realizing it, he'd made her climax once already.
