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Renna feels the force of Zenos's punch a second before his fist lands against her face. She stumbles backward, steadies herself, dodges another blow. Sweat trickles down both their faces and their breath comes out in haggard pants. Her muscles ache as she upper-cuts him, but he barely flinches. Renna twists around and throws her leg up, trying to round-house kick his stupid face in, when she feels her other foot give way. She falls on her back, the wind knocking out of her.
As she struggles to take a breath, Zenos straddles her, pinning her hands above her head with one hand, his other at her throat. He leans down to her, his hair cascading around them, shrouding her in a sea of gold. She feels the hand at her throat move downward, pressing her into floor, his forearm between her breasts.
Zenos smiles and wets his lips. He feels her heartbeat thumping under one hand, her pulse quicken under the other. They have been fighting for hours and his cock throbs at the sight of her. She's never been as vulnerable to him as she is now - damp hair sticking to her face, clothes ripped wherever he had reached her, body thrumming below him. He shoves a leg between hers, forcing them apart. As she arches her back to wiggle free, he lays his body against hers.
Renna gasps. She feels his hardness against her and her body respond against her will. Or is it because of it? She stares up into his eyes and watches his pupils dilate, wondering wildly when she's become so attracted to him.
He challenges you, a quiet voice says. He makes you feel weak. He makes you fight to be stronger. Makes you earn it. No one else can make you quite like this, can they?
Zenos watches the silent fight in her eyes and smirks. Finally, after so many times meeting like this, fighting and brawling til he has nothing else to give, he has won. And what a way to win, he thinks, and he presses his lips to hers.
At first, Renna is shocked, still lost in the realization that she wants Zenos like this. But his soft lips against hers opens a floodgate of desire and she flicks her tongue across his lips, inviting. A deep, low growl comes from him and he quickly rips her clothes off, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and running his hands across every part of her body he can reach. With her own hands free, Renna does the same, wrapping her free leg around him and forcing their hips together.
They continue like this for a few minutes, tongues discovering each other's mouths as hands discover each other's bodies. Clothing strewn aside, Zenos pulls his face away and starts kissing Renna down her body, lips pressed against her neck, her chest, her breasts -- a pause, to flick his tongue across one nipple -- a kiss, another pause, he wraps his lips around her other breast to lick and suck as she writhes beneath him, hands tangled in his hair. His free hand caresses her other breast for a moment before sliding down her abdomen, across her hips, and then between her legs.
He can feel the wetness there as he rubs his fingers around her lips before settling on her clit. He moves his fingers in slow circles and she opens her legs wider, one hand tugging at his hair and the other clenched in a fist beside her. Her soft moans fill his ears. He moves his hand away and she moves her hips with it, a quiet whine in her throat as she tries to find purchase. She gazes down at him with heat in her eyes and he smirks as he kisses down her abdomen. Her heart races and she gasps loudly as she feels his tongue on her clit, flicking once, twice, before flattening it against her and licking wantonly.
Renna can feel the heat building in her body, feel herself respond to the pleasure he's giving her, moving her hips with his tongue as every moan is pulled from her. But then he slows, painstakingly so, and she nearly whines again before she feels his fingers slip inside her, and before she can even think, she starts to ride them, thrusting herself onto them again and again as he continues to lick her clit.
She's panting so heavily now, sweat trickling down her body, pleasure building with every thrust, every lick, every touch of him. He curls his fingers inside her and she buckles. Every swipe of his tongue is like fire across her skin, every thrust of his fingers filling her, and just as she nears her peak he stops. Zenos pulls his hand away, raises himself to his knees to stare down at her glistening body. Renna feels so empty and she hates it, heavy lidded eyes looking into his with a flit of anger, only to be replaced with heady anticipation as he uses the same hand he pleasured her with to coat his cock and ready himself.
He thinks for a moment that he should say something, anything, to finally prove his dominance over her. But the sight of her naked body trembling, of the look in her eyes, of her raw desire, catches the words in his throat. Instead, he lowers himself to her again, and as she widens her legs once more, he pushes his cock into her.
They pause. Neither of them have felt anything quite like this before. Renna feels full, so full, and Zenos feels his cock throb inside her and it's all so intense and new and thrilling. That they should feel so connected this way and that it should feel so natural... Renna brings her hand to his face and kisses him tenderly, deeply, the taste of her still on his lips. A small smile graces Zenos's face and it's the sweetest thing Renna has ever seen... but it only lasts a moment before it turns to a smirk, and he pulls himself out of her to thrust into her again.
The sudden motion knocks her on her back again and she's lost to the movements and sensations of their bodies connecting. In and out, in and out; every thrust snapping their hips together and ripping the air from her lungs. It's another kind of fight, of two mirrored souls wrestling with each other, a war of wills that Renna feels herself quickly surrendering to. Every thrust brings her closer to the edge, every press of his lips on her body like little fires spreading heat and desire and need.
Zenos, having hovered just a few ilms over her to watch her squirm and writhe and fight the things he's done to her, now presses her into the floor with his body. With one arm he holds himself up, sucking the delicate skin of her neck and with his other hand he rubs circles into her clit, thrusting again and again. Renna can't speak or think or do anything other than respond, her arms around him digging her nails into his back as she moans wantonly. The pleasure of his touch building to a raging fire within her that she can't control and can't contain, until one, two -- gasp!
The movement stops. A low, languid moan rumbles through Zenos and Renna feels the last vestiges of her resolve gush onto his cock, just as he releases into her. They breathe deeply. She relaxes her grip and rests one hand on the small of his back, the other lazily pushing his locks away. He raises his gaze to hers and they smile.