Disclaimer:
This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated
Mature (NC-17)
for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.
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Illicit Rendezvous
Shiloh left the Bear Pit and headed up Acorn Street until she came to Castle Street. She quickened her step as she passed by the house she'd broken into and turned onto Summer Lane. There she slowed down to a prowl as she scanned the numbers on each house.
Her heart pounded and she licked her lips as she caught sight of number 15. This was it. She concealed herself in the shadows and waited until the bells rang for Vespers. Her thoughts meandered and she moaned as she realized that this night he would finally be hers. It wasn't so much a passionate feeling as a low animalistic need. She hated the fact that Vico had been correct when he accused her of constantly needing something in her cunt. She knew it was the truth. It had become an addiction of sorts. She craved it. She needed it.
Her thoughts centered on him, and his arms aggressively capturing her sleek body. Controlling her.
Shiloh knew that in the end she maintained control, but she knew that if he wanted to, she would be at his mercy. As she waited in the darkness, her hands crept over her body trying to imagine how it would feel for him. Her fear of being found out worried her less now. As her hands crept over her breasts her nipples became erect at the thought that soon, the hands on her would be much larger, much stronger. Her hands crept lower, her head tilted back, eyes closed, imagining, and wanting, to be touched this way. One had slowly crept between her legs, avoiding the point where her thoughts and desires were centered and lightly caressed the inside of her thighs. Then, ever so slowly crept up towards her pussy. She parted herself, but it was no longer her hand, it was a premonition of things to come. She lightly brushed her clitoris as a bolt of energy rushed through her body making her knees momentarily weak. Back and forth she moved. Grinding onto her own hand, his hand. Then without warning she, he, penetrated her. In and out over and over, that big cock was ravaging her. Then from deep within, it started as a shudder, a small spark in a dark night, she felt her orgasm coming. More and more the picture in her mind became clear. His cock pounding in then out of her, relentlessly, never ending, driving her to the edge. Then, almost as a great release, she came. Shiloh bit her lip as she stifled her cry of pleasure.
Shiloh was a woman with a mission. There'd be no beating around the bush tonight, no joking around and playing games. She wanted, needed, to get fucked. Plain and simple. No love, no expectations, "Just fuck me!" That was all she needed. The minutes ticked by like hours. The closer the time came, the more giddy, excited, turned on she became.
With her eyes set in determination, she made her way up to the door. She knew she didn't need to knock but made a show of rapping on the door as she opened it.
Lenton stood at the top of the stairs. He offered a greeting, but the buzzing of need in her ears drowned out his words, she fleetingly glanced at his face as she ascended the stairs, but it was his crotch that had her attention. Nearing the top of the stairs she reached out for what, tonight, was rightfully hers and grasped his cock with one hand. She slithered up his torso, still holding him, and planted an aggressive kiss on the mouth that would soon be between her legs. She looked him dead in the eyes at that moment and whispered, "Fuck me."
It wasn't a request. It wasn't a plea. It was a command. Shiloh felt him reach for her ass. She felt his strong hands grasp her. She moved her free hand to his shoulder, running her hand down his arm, and pulled him closer to her. She felt his hand reach farther around, under her, moving towards the front. She felt his hand on her pussy. She was hot, he could feel her heat through her skirt.
Lenton effortlessly picked her up, heading for the bedroom. Shiloh wrapped her arms around him, inhaled his musky scent, felt his shoulders, felt his hands on her ass...felt her breasts against his chest....
He carried her to the bed and placed her on it allowing himself to gently stay on top of her. She reached up behind his head before he could get away and kissed him. She probed his tongue with hers and found him willing. Her hands caressed his chest, his ass, his back. He was so big compared to her. He began to get up slowly, yet her hands never lost contact. When the kiss was finally broken her concentration drifted down to his pants. She began to fumble with his laces. She wanted to see it. She wanted to feel it. He helped her then, almost nonchalantly for he, as much as she, knew what was about to happen.
His pants unlaced now, she didn't bother lowering them, simply reached in for her prize. She pulled his cock out, he was not yet fully erect but that was what she wanted. Shiloh pushed him back slightly and slid off the edge of the bed to her knees on the floor in front of him. She took him in her mouth. Sucked him right down to the base in one fluid motion. She could feel him getting harder now. She could feel the edge of his cock head getting more pronounced in her mouth. She let him slip almost all the way out of her mouth then sucked him all the way back in. She moved her mouth around his cock. She wanted to feel every vein, every contour. She tasted him. It tasted like unadulterated sex. She knew she could make him come like this but that was not her intention.
Shiloh stood up slowly. She kept his cock in her mouth as long as she could, releasing it with no fanfare and immediately rubbing her body on his. His cock trapped between them as she rose. She forcefully grabbed the back of his head and kissed him again, her hands traveling down to the cock she had just sucked. She backed away then, only a few inches, and took off her cloak and mini-dress. Her unbound breasts now exposed, she could see him staring intently as his hands rose to touch them. She allowed him a touch. That touch turned into a lick, then a kiss. Her nipples at attention she slowly pushed him away to shimmy out of her booties, leaving behind her thigh high stockings and a pair of lacy black panties.
Lenton pulled her stockings down slowly, kissing his way to her scantily clad pussy. He rubbed her though her panties. Then he pulled on the waistband, signaling it was time. She removed her panties and stood before him naked.
Next came the removal of his shirt. She smiled and caressed his chest. Her tongue licked its way to his nipple, her hand found his cock once again.
Lenton lowered Shiloh back onto the bed, but this time it was his cock that she felt against her while they kissed. She wanted him to lick her. She wanted to feel that pleasure. But there was something she needed more. She broke off the kiss and for the second time this evening she looked him in the eyes and said "Fuck me."
Shiloh spread her legs wide for him. She was very ready. Lenton reared up slightly and grasped his cock. It was huge, veiny, and ready. He lowered himself to her.
"Fuck me," she demanded again. "FUCK ME!" In one motion he buried himself to the hilt. Her head involuntarily fell back and she groaned.
That first touch, the parting of her moist lips, the penetration; she felt the flared head enter her, she felt every vein, she felt his muscles tense, her entire world revolved around her wet cunt. Almost all the way out, she felt empty. Only for a moment until he rammed his thick cock back inside her. His balls, even now ready to explode, pounded mercilessly against her.
Lenton roughly grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Without consideration he grabbed both her legs and pushed them up towards her breasts. Shiloh pushed back. Grabbing onto the sheets, grabbing him, grasping hold of anything around her to force that wonderful cock deeper inside her. Deeper and harder until she might break. She didn't care. She just wanted to be filled with cock.
She felt her orgasm approach. It came from deep within her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to its rightful place. This only caused him to penetrate her farther. She could no longer deny her pleasure. Her abdomen clenched, her hands pulled on the blankets, her biceps flexed – her cunt tightened around his meaty cock, she involuntarily bent at the waist trying to squirm. He held her down effortlessly.
The thunder started from her groin and built up momentum as it traveled the length of her body. Her mind saw colors, saw flashes of light, she felt restrained, violated, animalistic. She dragged her claws down his back. She marked her territory. Right now, here, this moment, he was there simply to please her. To make her come.
Then she came.
Like a storm raging, her orgasm consumed her from head to toe. Lenton's momentum never slowed. Like a machine he pounded in then out of her. His throbbing cock divided her.
Then, as her orgasm settled and she opened her eyes, she realized that he too was not far away. He stopped then, pulling back from her. She was not disappointed because she knew he was not finished with her just yet.
He looked directly in her eyes. Shiloh knew that she possessed what he wanted. And at this moment, what he needed. She stared back as he grabbed her hips and pulled her over, face down on the bed. She was a rag doll to him and she no more could resist his movements then she could resist the need to breathe. She knew what he wanted. She arched on the bed. Lay her head upon her forearms and presented the gift to him.
He entered her, like before, in one swift motion, giving her everything he had. He grabbed her hips like handles on a self stimulation device, for to him, that's all she was now. A living breathing device for his pleasure. He pounded in then out of her.
She knew she would come again....soon.
He slowed for a moment, to catch his breath, he knew if he kept this pace up that it would be over, and he didn't want that. Not yet.
As he regained a more regular rhythm he began to explore her body. First, a light caress of her exquisitely shaped back.... leading up to her hair. Hair that needed to be pulled. With her back arched, her head pulled back he maintained his rhythmic intrusion.
