#######Author's Note#######
Takes place after A Business Transaction.
An event that is eluded to being referenced here is not written about but it involves Surprise Femdom. Ketna jumped Xerxes and pegged him among other things. IDK if I'll write it but that's what happened.
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Xerxes had brought them to a large chair in a seating area in one of the wings of the manor, then sat down. Ketna looked around the hall, noting how open it was and the access they had on both sides, they weren't even in a corner somewhere to be discrete.
"Isn't there some place a bit more.. Private?"
"You want me to fuck you, we do it where I say. Now C'mon," He smirked, all too pleased with himself "Sit on Daddy's lap."
Ketna sneered at his choice in terminology. "God, it is such a turnoff to hear you call yourself that."
Xerxes seemed none too bothered by this, "Are y'gonna keep fucking' stallin' or are you gonna plant your ass here." He pointed to his lap.
Obnoxious as he was, Ketna still wasn't completely put off by the prospect. In a huffed sigh to herself she walked over, preparing to sit down as requested.
"Hike up that skirt, I want it outta my way." He ordered, glad to see her comply.
Ketna did as told, gathering her dress up as she maneuvered to sit on his lap. Xerxes seemed all too happy to get handsy with her, gripping her hips under the dress she just lifted, to pull her back onto him.
Upon hefting her down onto his lap, Xerxes grunted surprised by the weight he was met with.
"You really this fuckin' heavy? Thought that was just th' gear.."
"Abnormally high muscle density." Her response had a practiced monotony to it. "Where do you think all that power comes from, magic?"
Xerxes snorted "'Scuse me for not known' what kind'a fuckin' mutant you are."
Recalling what he had intended to do before he was caught off guard, he slipped fingers under the band of her underwear, pulling enough to threaten to snap it. "Get 'em off" again, he ordered.
Wordlessly she complied again, shifting enough to pull the band over her hips and down her legs. As soon as one leg was free, Xerxes moved his hand between them, probing what was previously covered.
"You're so fucking wet," the finger slid between her lips with no friction at all. "Been thinkin' about me, sweetheart?"
"I was just like that." It was a reprise of the same lie she told when they first met.
"You're lyin'." Xerxes leaned his head in close to hers, his free hand rested on her shoulder.
"What makes you so sure about that?" Ketna wasn't about to admit anything just yet.
"Cus I'm not a fuckin' idiot." The claws on Ketna's shoulder dug in just enough, while pulling her against him. "Been watchin' ya all night, y'don't talk to anyone else like the way y'talk to me. Y'don't let anyone treat ya like the way I treat ya. And y'think you've been hidin' it but I see the way ya shiver when I run my claws down your back."
Ketna felt herself get hot at the itemized list of tells Xerxes pointed out. She had hoped she had masked her response enough but some part of her knew he could tell, thinking about it still got to her now.
"An that makeup ain't hiding nearly as much as ya think it is." Xerxes followed up, commenting on the blush he could catch on her face.
Xerxes pulled his fingers upward between her lips, deliberately grazing against her clit in her process. Not expecting the contact, Ketna shivered and gasped at the gentle touch. Once removed from between her legs, Xeres raised his hand, bringing his fingers to her mouth.
"Clean 'em off." Another order.
Again Ketna did as told, opening her mouth, permitting Xerxes to roughly insert them only just barely avoiding scraping the inside of her mouth with his claws.
"Good girl." Xerxes withdrew his hands from her mouth, lingering claws grazing against the lips of her mouth before pulling away from her and resting on the chair's arm.
Ketna had been on a razor's edge for the better part of the evening, thanks to Xerxes behavior, thus the praise had her feeling very receptive to say the least. She sat there a moment, waiting for Xerxes to do something to her and when nothing happened, she finally spoke up.
"What now?" Ketna glanced over her shoulder, trying to catch his expressions as she asked.
Xerxes reclined back into the chair, casually resting a head on his hand, supported by the arm of the chair. "Why don't you tell me?"
Her eyes narrowed behind the visor, not that Xerxes could see it. "Because this feels like a trap."
Xerxes chuckled at the statement, letting his free hand feel over her exposed thigh, upward toward her hip. "And yet, y'haven't left." The hand that was tracing over her hip drifted upward to her chest, pulling him, back onto his own. "C'mon, Why'a so stiff, relax."
Once Ketna had settled against his chest, Xerxes placed his hands against her own. Fingers stroked over her chest, pressing into her ribs and sweeping upward. They swept over the subtle shape of her breasts, pressing into what give was there, running over top of them then sliding back down. They searched for their center beneath the fabric, changing tactics upon feeling the subtle protrusion below the surface of the fabric. Knowing where the nipples were now, the tips of his fingers circled over them.
" 'Sides, you came back to me." Xerxes spoke up while teasing Ketna's breasts through her dress. "Y'really expect me t'believe y'don't want me after that?"
Of course, he left out the part where her 'coming back' was her gagging and pegging him, but he had a point that after the incident where they.. Mutually violated each other in some way, she was the one that re-initiated sexual contact.
The fabric of the front panel didn't permit much to show, despite Xerxes' teasing, it was too thick to really do so. Impatient with not getting the results he wanted, Xerxes fingers slipped under the fabric of her dress, finding nothing preventing him from running his fingers over her nipples directly.
"Aww you do this fer me?"
"No, I just don't wear bras." Ketna responded flatly. It was, in fact, completely true.
Xerxes laughed at the statement as though it had been a joke, but said nothing about what specifically he was laughing about. "Good to know."
Xerxes hands left her breasts for a moment, tracing down her ribs and sides under her dress. Since the dress had been made with flexibility in mind, the fabric had enough give to accommodate his hands without much issue. Claws traced down the edges of her sides, across some of her stomach, to the top of her hips and back up again. And all the while, Xerxes remained quiet.
Sitting there, quiet and passive, allowing his hands to explore over her body in a way they hadn't before was unusual. All their previous encounters had been deliberately quick and to the point, but this was a strangely intimate experience. It was pleasant physically, but him being who he was, she found it difficult to relax. There had to be some angle to this and she wanted to be ready for it, were that the case.
The hands travelled back up her to her chest to grope her breasts again, claws tracing the flesh and finding their center. He alternated between using the pads of his fingers to roll over the nipples, to using his claws to trace around them and occasionally press down against the center just slightly. The sensation of her nipples being toyed with stoked the fire she already had, but this wasn't going to tip her over any time soon.
Frustrated, Ketna finally spoke up. "Are you going to just play with my tits for the remainder of the evening?"
"Whats'a matter, want me to play with somethin' else?" Xerxes taunted then pinched the nipples on both her breasts, tugging at them slightly.
She gasped at the action, arching her back in the direction in which he pulled. "Yes."
"Then say it." He practically hissed his 'encouragement' at her.
Ketna grimaced but found an answer. "Between my legs."
