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How it started you weren’t exactly sure. Fragments of the night swirled around in your head. You weren’t drunk; in fact, you haven’t felt more alive and aware of yourself in years.
You went to the local bar just to grab a drink and maybe see where your friends were at. You live in a tiny town in the middle of bumfuck-nowhere USA. It’s small, not more than a couple hundred people. You fucking hated it here. There’s nothing to do except work and save and work and save. Help on the farm. Work some more. Maybe spend the night soothing your aching muscles with some liquid courage every now and again, if budget allowed. Thank god for friends. If you had to talk to only the old folks in town, you’d lose your damn mind even more than you already had.
Everybody knows everything about everyone else. It was better to keep your cards close to the vest in a spot like this. Everyone knew all the people here; anyone new would stick out like a sore thumb.
Which is why when the lycanthrope comes into town that night, everyone’s on high alert. No one ever comes here, especially not to the local saloon. The inn above it is just a formality, the drapes and mattresses collecting dust as years went by with little to no bodies to fill them. The innkeeper’s wife rushes up the stairs, as surprised as every onlooker that she had to prepare a room.
You can hear people next to you whispering, still managing to be judgmental even in their nervousness. You don’t recall the last time a lycanthrope had actually stayed in town. They’re rare as is, and the quaint, one-block town you live in isn’t helping your case. Usually they tried to hide it, but this one didn’t. Her pointed ears poke out clearly from behind her light hair, her tail matching its lovely color and shining in the inn’s homey light. Her nails are far longer than yours, no doubt mirroring the claws she has when she transforms. Her yellow eyes complement her complexion and hair perfectly, contrasting the scars across her face.
You’d been taught to be careful around lycanthropes, no matter how in control they seemed to be.
But you couldn’t help thinking this one was gorgeous, moreso than any other person or creature you’ve ever seen.
You couldn’t stop staring.
You tried to hide it, but every time your eyes met her golden ones, you were becoming more and more intrigued. It was like gravity, pulling your eyes to her against your will.
You tried to keep your eyes on your own drink, the tankard still half-full as you swirled it and watched the liquid inside bubble. You try to ignore the sound of boots approaching your solitary table until they pass, but to your utmost surprise, they don’t. They stop right by you, in fact.
And when you look up, you think your heart may just short-circuit. She’s standing right in front of you, looking at you as if you’re her next meal. If the fates did exist, you simultaneously cursed and blessed them for bringing you this moment.
“This seat taken?” The slight southern drawl in her voice shocked you so much it nearly knocked the wind out of you.
“N-no ma’am.” You respond, almost facepalming as your response spills out. Why’d you add “ma’am”??
To your surprise, she chuckles lightly, pulling out the chair across from yours and nearly slamming her glass on the table. She sits unceremoniously, her legs spread and her hand immediately going for her glass.
She lets out a sigh of delight as she takes her first swig, tipping her head backwards and exposing her gorgeous neck to you. Your eyes focus on the collar-like necklace around it, its moon pendant glittering in the saloon light.
“Whiskey. Nectar of the gods, I’m tellin’ you.” She says, her eyes closing slightly as the corners of her mouth lift in a laugh. You sit there nervously, fidgeting with your tankard. She notices, you can feel her eyes boring into you as you swirl the liquid again.
“Whatcha drinkin’?” She breaks the silence. You need some liquid courage. You throw your head back and chug your drink, letting the liquid burn down the back of your throat. She laughs again.
“Whoa, whoa, I ain’t takin’ it from you, sugar! No need to leave in such a hurry.” She smiles at you from across the table, her grin cat-like in a strange, ironic way. Oh, she can definitely tell you’re nervous.
“It was getting stale anyway.” You say, setting the tankard on the table. Her smile grows as she signals to one of the barkeeps walking by. He runs over, probably eager to get the interaction with the newcomer over as soon as possible.
“They’ll take another glass of the same thing. On me.” The barkeep takes your tankard and scurries toward the bar, and you gulp as you feel her eyes back on you.
“My name’s Silver. Lilah Silver. But everyone just calls me Silver. What’s yours, darlin’?” She drawls, studying you. Your thumbs tap the tabletop in nervousness, desperately attempting to calm yourself. You inform her of your name and she smiles.
“Pretty name for a pretty face, hm?” She traces the rim of her whiskey glass, her eyes following the movement of her fingers, as do yours. You find yourself staring, heart racing so loud you can hear it. You’re jerked out of your trance by the thunk of the refilled tankard on the table.
“For you.” The barkeep walked off unceremoniously. He’d never liked you anyway. The feeling’s mutual.
“What’re you doing here?” You ask, attempting to make conversation as you took a swig from your cup. She chuckles.
“Why do you ask?” She takes a swig as well, placing her finished-off glass on the table and raising a hand, which made the barkeep to scurry over to refill it.
You sigh, taking another sip. “I mean… we’re in the middle of nowhere. Why would anyone ever come here willingly?” You look into your tankard as if it held the wisdom you’ve been seeking for a while.
She laughs, not a chuckle, but a full, hearty laugh. “You’re funny, local. Cute too.”
You can feel your cheeks growing hot, but you stand your ground and keep eye contact. She back stares into your eyes; you know her vision has gotta be damn good.
“Fine.” She drawls, taking a sip of her whiskey and leaning in close, lowering her voice. “I’m a bounty hunter, and a damn good one too. Not cause I wanna be, but because you gotta pay the bills somehow. Not many people wanna hire a werewolf, see. Scent trail of the target I’m tailin’ leads through here. Sun’s goin’ down, and he won’t get real far for the one night I’m here. Besides…” She takes a swig. “I needed some good whiskey. Among other things.” You swear you imagined her looking you up and down, and you gulped. Another swig of liquor would do you good, you decided.
You decided to change the subject. “Why’d you come into town? Why not just… I don’t know, camp out?” Your voice comes out shakier than you’d like. Her chuckle sounds like the church bell in your ears. Gods, it was beautiful.
“I can’t get alcohol out there. I can here.” She answers simply.
You laugh. “You run out quick, huh?”
She gazes into her drink like a diviner watches a crystal ball. “You better believe it, sugar. My life’s mess enough that I need plenty.”
You regard her quietly as she takes another swig, wondering what exactly she meant by that.
“You an alcoholic?” You ask finally, ungracefully. You knew the answer. You’d met too many in your life.
She throws her head back and laughs. “You got a way with words, don’t you, sweetheart?” She drawls, hand still on her cup. Your cheeks flush red, and you look away, your eyes not meeting hers.
“I suppose I do.” She smiles at you as you take another sip.
“Yes, I am. And with the way my life’s gone, I’d rather be an alcoholic than in an insane asylum. But I don’t wanna be in the hot seat all night. What about you, sugar? What makes a gorgeous lady such as yaself spend a random weeknight in the saloon? Surely you have some pretty little piece of ass to run off too, right?” Is she teasing? You can’t tell.
Should you be honest with her? You have no reason to. She could stab you in the back (literally) the second you do, but you don’t seem to care as you wrack your brain for objections. What do you have to lose?
“I’m sick and tired of this goddamn town.” You start, gesturing around with one hand. She quirks a brow at you, the beginnings of a smirk appearing on her lips. You continue.
“I’ve lived in this place my whole damn life. Everyone’s the same. No one changes. People know more about me than I know about myself. There’s nothing to do. I mean what am I gonna do? Help on a random ranch of the rest of my damn life?” You sigh. That question had always been rhetorical.
You can feel her eyes on you, and you opt to stare into your cup.
She speaks at last. “Why don’t ya just skip town then? Leave it alllll behind. What’s stopping you?” She asks, fingers lacing together under her chin as she rests it on them.
“I don’t… I don’t know. Never had a good enough excuse, I guess.” Your eyes meet the ceiling boards above. What the hell am I doing? Has my life come to such a desperate point that I’m ranting to a stranger in a bar?
You grimace, realizing that Lilah Silver wasn’t just any old stranger in a bar. She was a notorious bounty hunter. A lycanthrope. All the things that people in this tiny ass town would look down on you for accepting. You can feel eyes on you even now, and you resist the urge to roll your own at the inconvenient revelation.
“Look, forget about it. I have to get home anyway. Cows need out before daybreak. It was nice to meet you, Silver. Good luck with your work.” You brace your hand on the table to get up, but her hand is on yours quick as a flash. Your head snaps back to look at hers, and you see the beginnings of a fire in her eyes, dormant and beginning to awaken.
“Why would you do that to yourself?” She asks, her voice fierce. “What do you have to lose if you don’t go back?”
The question posed in her not-so-casual drawl, though it was one you’d asked yourself daily for your entire adolescent and adult life, hit you like a slap. No one else had ever asked you such a thing.
Your silence spoke volumes to both of you, the only sound produced by either of you was you dropping your ass back onto the stool, as you size her up. She was serious about this.
You finally say the answer you’d been thinking of out loud for years.
“Nothin’.” That was it. It was out there. What did you have to lose? Comfort, maybe. So what? But where would you go? What would you do?
Anything besides working on the damn ranch, you muse to yourself, taking a final swig of your beverage. You slam the tankard on the table harder than you mean to, but the both of you take it as a sign of your newly-found resolve.
“Then get your ass out of this damn town.” She responds in kind by chugging the rest of her whiskey.
“I don’t know how. I have no excuse.” You shrug, cheeks heating as you realized her left hand was still on your forearm.
“And yet here you are. Moping away your troubles with a glass of god-knows-what.” Your shoulders hunch as you curl in on yourself slightly, defensively, cradling your tankard.
“Well, ain’t that the pot calling the kettle black.” She snorts at your quick retort, taking another swig.
“Never said I wasn’t, sugar. I’m honest with myself. That’s the difference between us two.” You roll your eyes, huffing out a curse and tapping the cup against the table.
You can feel her eyes on you again, her gaze boring into the top of your head.
“Say, country gal. What do you say to spending the night with me?” Your head shoots up at her proposition and you stare at her incredulously. Did you mishear her? She’s talking too loudly; it feels like every ear in the saloon is turned toward the two of you. Sleeping with an outsider, much less a lycanthrope is enough to land you on the town’s blacklist. Stares, whispers, maybe even involuntary exorcisms performed on you. You hate the idea.
You also hate that it’s turning you on. Expeditiously so. You shift in your seat, crossing your legs under the table.
From the way her eyes flick down, she definitely noticed. Her already-familiar smirk is only growing. “Do you need me to repeat myself? I said-“
“Keep your voice down. Please.” The last word comes out more desperately than you desired to deliver it. Her eyes narrow, as if she’s trying to scope out your thoughts on the matter. She gets closer, hand bracing on the table so it’s almost touching your arm that rests there.
“I said… spend the night with me, sugar.” She leans across the table, lips next to your ear as she raises herself out of her seat slightly. “Let me treat you to a taste of the outside world, hm?” Your face is on fire. You shiver as her lips brush the shell of your ear. “I know you want me to fuck you. So just let me. Trust me, I’ll take real good care of ya, sugar.”
You try not to gulp but you can’t help it, swallowing down your embarrassment. It doesn’t make your face any less hot. You, much to your chagrin, jerk back a bit, regarding her with what you hope is sternness.
“Why should I trust you? I don’t know you.” She smiles at your question, sinking back into her seat and spreading her legs out, elbows on the table as she leans forward, still close to you.
“I drink every night because I don’t have a dad. My mom didn’t give a fuck. I’m in the bounty hunter position because I need to pay my bills. I’d love to have a normal, stable life, but I don’t allow myself to because I don’t know anything different. Anythin’ else you’d like to know?”
You quirk a brow at her confession, your heart aching for her. You would’ve never guessed that this fearsome bounty hunter would be so honestly telling her life story to you. She was pouring her heart out, even.
What comes out of your mouth next surprises even you.
“Would you ever want to try to live a normal life?”
“More than anythin’.” She doesn’t break eye contact with you. Her yellow orbs boring into yours is making you nervous; you see so much in them. Hurt, intoxication, passion, focus… and a hunger brewing below the calm. You suddenly felt like prey, and you loved it.
You lean in. “Where?”
Her eyes light up slightly, her teeth showing in a wolfish grin. “My hotel room. If you’re so worried about others seein’ ya, I’ll sneak you in through the window.
Were you really about to sneak in through the window of the all-too-familiar saloon?
20 minutes later, tab paid and liquid courage burning a fire into your stomach, you’re behind the saloon. Silver has a room on the back side or the saloon, a tree conveniently right outside the window and the ones next to it. You push yourself up, shimmying up the tree as it creeks slightly. You haven’t done this since you were a teen, and you smile to yourself as you recall your last tree-climbing escapades. Fun times, before the weight of the world and adult life came crashing down on your shoulders.
You shake the thoughts from your head. That was then. You have another goal now.
Your foot connects with a higher branch, and you propel yourself upward toward the window. Your muscles gained from work weren’t just for show. You tried to ignore the nervous fluttering in your stomach, although you couldn’t tell if it was nervousness or… some other feeling.
You made your way up to the window, stopping to look at the wide sky of stars above you. It truly was pretty out here.
You rapped gently on the window, and it took all of three seconds for it to swing open with a slight creak. Silver stands on the other side, hair lit by the warm orange glow of the fireplace and the candles on the bedside table. She offers you her hand, which you gladly accept as she pulls you in through the open window. You’re on stable ground now, but she doesn’t let go of your hand. Instead, she raises it to her lips with a wicked smile and kisses the back.
“My lady.” She says, a tinge of mockery to her tone. You roll your eyes at her chicanery, shaking your head. “Just shut up and make good on your word, Silver. I don’t have all night.” That was a lie, and you both knew it. She draws close to your lips quickly, her hand still in yours, stopping just before they make contact.
“Call me Lilah, hm? Silver’s gonna get old real fast.” You’re mid nod when her lips touch yours, uncharacteristically soft and purposeful all the same. Your lips melt into hers instantaneously, starting softly with closed mouths.
It doesn’t stay that way for long. Her lips part and you match her, deciding to be bold and let your tongue enter the mix. You can feel her chuckle into your mouth as she responds in kind, her tongue tangling with yours as you exchange open-mouthed kisses.
Your hand leaves hers to cup her cheek, holding her head still while you tilt yours to deepen the kiss. Lips, teeth, tongue, it’s all a euphoric blur. Your cheeks are on fire as you feel her hand meandering up your chest underneath your shirt.
You moan into her mouth as she ghosts her fingers over one of your nipples, the sensitivity eliciting an involuntary response. She continues her actions, slow, deliberate, teasing. She knew exactly what she was doing.
When your lips parted from each other, she’s panting, but her face is smug and satisfied. “Told ya I’d treat ya well, sugar.”
“Mhm. I’m sure you will.” You say, breathing heavily to take in some air.
“What are we gonna do, country girl?” She asks, taking a step forward. You realize that your back is to the bed, and you have absolutely no idea when she pulled that switch. Suddenly, you were her prey, in her sights with nowhere to run.
And she’s damn good at hunting.
She closes the gap, pushing you down to sit on the edge of the bed with her hands on your chest. You gulp as she pushes her lips against yours, straddling your lap as you brace yourself with your hands on the bed behind you. She grabs the collar of your flannel, popping open the second button in the process, pulling you to herself. Her lips and hands were hot on you, and you resist the urge to squirm. Your head is spinning pleasantly as your tongues join again.
When she pulls back for air, you take advantage of the opportunity to gain your balance, hands coming to her collar as you kiss her neck, biting and licking to soothe the sting. She moans softly, and it’s one of the prettiest sounds you’ve heard in the whole world. You continue, slipping your hands under her well-loved jacket. She catches your intentions, letting you slip it off her shoulders as it falls to the floor behind her with a soft thump. In her loose-fitting tank top, she looks even more gorgeous in the firelight, her white hair highlighted yellow and orange.
You continue pressing kisses to her neck, working your way down as she throws her head back, trusting your strong hand on her waist. You brush your other one over the moon tag on the collar around her neck, working your lips down past it, bumping it gently with your nose. She shivers slightly as you begin to press sloppy kisses on her collarbones and chest. You stop, looking up at her with a raised brow. She shakes her head with a laugh and peels her top over her head. You suck in a quick breath.
She’s truly gorgeous in the lowlight, her yellow eyes shining as if she’s daring you to make your next move.
You don’t hesitate, fingers deftly unclasping her bra as you kiss her chest again and again. It falls slowly, exposing her soft tits to you. You’re sure to lavish them with attention, drawing one into your mouth as you pinch the other. She moans louder as your tongue circles an areola, kissing and biting the soft peak. You could feel her, head thrown back as you do your utmost for her pleasure.
You can’t help but moan when she suddenly pulls your hips to grind down, your crotch against hers as you savor the sweet friction. Your voices join as she continues, your hands flying to her waist to brace yourself and your legs spreading to give her better access. She uses this moment to sit back on her calves and hook her arms under your knees. She flips you onto your back as you yelp, the room spinning yet again. She stands over you now, her eyes regarding you from the edge of the bed. You can’t help but stare. She truly was gorgeous.
You open your mouth to protest, to say you hadn’t gotten a chance to help her finish yet, that you were only getting started. She shushes you with an intense stare and a shake of her head.
“Can’t let you have all the fun now, can I?” She teases with a grin.
And before you know it, she’s on top of you.
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That’s all you remember when a voice snaps you out of your thoughts, a warm hand grabbing your face to turn it upwards.
“Where’s that pretty head of yours goin’, sugar?” Asks the woman on top of you, temporarily stopping her job of marking up your neck and chest. Your eyes focus and you see her, snapping back from your trance to see her swollen lips. You exhale, sighing as you try to shake your thoughts back to the present moment.
Your head spun, warm euphoria filling you as she worked down to your stomach, past your navel, stopping at the band of your underwear. Her eyes glance up at you, lips still resting on your abdomen.
“W-what are you waiting for?” You ask, cursing yourself for how your attempted teasing remark comes out more unsure.
She smirks. “For you to stop me.” Her lips tickle your skin as she speaks. You look her straight in the eyes, not moving an inch.
“Well?” She asks, eyes dancing in the firelight as they raked over your body.
“Am I stopping you?” You ask, teasing before you lose your composure completely.
“Nope.” She pops the “p”, slipping her fingers under the elastic of your panties and sliding them down your legs. She throws them to the floor carelessly, eager to start with you.
Within seconds, her tongue is tracing your cunt, warm and insistent. You bite your lip to hide the noise that attempts to leave your body. You had to be quiet, lest you got her kicked out of the inn. You’d be in hot water then too.
Silver clearly didn’t give a fuck. She was still lapping at your pussy with a fervor you’d never experienced from anyone before. The back of your hand over your mouth wasn’t doing nearly enough to muffle your cries. You brace your hands on her shoulders, overwhelmed by the sensation, but she kept going as your legs began to quiver.
You whine, overstimulated by her attack on your cunt. You’d never felt like this before.
She pulls back slightly to look at you, intoxication and arousal making her lids heavy as she looks at you through half-open eyes. They glow golden in the firelight.
She barely exerts any effort as she grabs your hips, sitting up slightly as she turns you around and puts your ass towards her. You’re confused as she pushes you up, grabbing you by the waist and guiding you so your pussy hovers directly above her face.
It clicks when you realize your proximity to her own, your mouth watering slightly as you hover over her. Her own arousal glistens between her legs; she’d done an amazing job hiding it. God, even her cunt was gorgeous. Her legs are slightly spread, allowing you a better view. Neatly-trimmed, white hairs form a trail from her lower belly down to her clit. Entranced, you raise a finger to trace over it, and she inhales sharply, her hips jerking away as your hand flies back like you’d been burned.
“At least wait for me to get started too, yeah?” She says teasingly. You’re about to fire back when she blows air onto your own clit, and you fall to your elbows on the bed as you grimace.
“Totally unnecessary, Silver.” You say, trying to maintain some of your dignity.
“Oh please. Just got you back. Call me Lilah, makes it easier to not associate work with pleasure.” Your cheeks burn brightly as you consider her invitation, twirling it over in your mind. Lilah. That’s nice.
“Alright, Lilah.” The name rolls off your tongue nicely, sounding almost musical.
“I like that. Now, you ready to go?” She taps the side of your thigh, jolting the memory of the task at hand back into your mind. You look back at her and open your mouth to reply, but choke on air as she begins to eat you out again. She starts softer, her tongue just lightly dancing over your pussy, tracing your lips with the tip of it. You wish you could say that the noise you let out sounded pretty, but it didn’t. A choked moan left your throat, and Silver raises your hips off her face briefly.
“Listen, I love the pretty sounds ya make, hun, but don’t leave me hanging.” You nod, turning and getting to task as you teasingly run your own tongue over her clit. She lets out a moan and your heart soars. You flatten your tongue, beginning to trace circles over her clit and teasingly dipping lower, following a figure eight pattern.
Your heart starts beating a million miles a minute when she pulls your hips down onto her face, releasing a desperate moan into the cavern of your cunt. The vibration jolts you, almost making you lose focus.
Almost.
You’re a diligent eater. You won’t let her outpace you, flattening your tongue and licking a stripe from the top of her pussy to the bottom. You can feel her moaning, you are too as she continues her assault on your clit.
You stop for a moment when she latches her lips around your clit, sucking lightly. You groan into her pussy, and she cries out in turn, the vibrations sending a wickedly delicious sensation to your core. You continue, doing the same.
The room fills with sinful sounds, each one muffled as you bury your faces in between each others’ legs. You can feel the shared determination as you both try to make each other feel as good as possible. You can feel your legs shaking, and you try not to collapse onto her face. She pulls you down anyway, and you shiver. You can feel yourself getting closer to orgasming, the familiar peak building and building.
That’s when Silver pulls back, pushing your hips up off her face. You whine at her absence, trying to sit back down, desperate for her oh-so-talented tongue. She chuckles lowly, holding your hips up. You’re overwhelmed by her strength, though you shouldn’t be. Of course she’s strong as hell.
“Don’t get me wrong, sugar, as much as I’d love to cum on your pretty face, I have a better idea in mind.” She says, sliding out from under you and pushing you up, leaving you on all fours as she walks over to her travel pack. You watch quizzically as she rummages around, reaching to the very bottom. You shiver in anticipation, staying put as you watch her.
God, is she gorgeous. She’s completely naked, her skin cast in yellow and orange in the low lights of the room. Scars are scattered across her body, no doubt from past jobs that took a turn for the worst. Her body is a bit harrier than yours, cream and white hairs easily visible across her arms, legs, and stomach. Her hair cascades down over her shoulders, white and jagged as it falls. She’s in only her collar necklace, the moon tag shining and metallic as it’s nestled between her collarbones. You don’t remember when she took her clothes off, nor do you care. All you know is that you want to fuck her.
Badly.
She turns around, a triumphant gleam in her eye as something metal jingles slightly. You gulp when you realize that in her hands she has a strap-on. The harness is made of brown, rough leather, the attachments made of metal. You raise an eyebrow, nervously biting your lip.
“What? A girl’s gotta stay prepared on the road, right?” She drawls, positioning the leather around her hips and tightening the buckles. You try to calm yourself. Your nervousness was melting into even more arousal. You weren’t sure if it was this or the alcohol causing the pleasant tingling in your body, but you weren’t about to question it.
Silver’s steps cause the old floorboards to creak under her. She walks over to the bed, calm, determined, self-assured. As if she’s done this a thousand times before.
“It’s clean, right?” You say, and she stops to stare incredulously.
“‘Course it’s clean, darlin’. What kind of person do you take me for? I’m not tryin’ to give you anythin’. I’m not that much of a jerk.” You can’t help but laugh at her sass, your nerves eased slightly as she climbs onto the bed behind you. Her thumb circles over your hipbone, caressing it gently.
Her lips ghost over the shell of your ear, tickling you slightly.
“This okay with you?” She asks softly. You nod eagerly, pliant under her touch and ready to do whatever she tells you. Her hand moves between your shoulder blades, pushing you down gently. You fall onto your elbows, hands splayed out under you on the bed.
“Ass up for me, darlin’. I’m gonna make you see stars.”
A feverish blush breaks across your cheeks as you arch your back, ass up in the air and legs spread wide open while she braces herself behind you. Her hands are on your hips, and you shudder as you feel the tip of the strap move up and down between your folds. She swipes her fingers through your leftover arousal, making you whine loudly and shiver.
“Relax, sugar. I’m gonna make you feel real good.”
You gasp as you feel her move forward, her cock penetrating you slowly as she works her hips forward, stopping every once in a while to let you adjust. You appreciated it, but you were beginning to grow impatient.
“Lilah… please just…” you groan, too embarrassed to say the rest.
“What’s that, darlin’? You’re gonna need to speak up if you want something done.”
You huff at her teasing, bored of waiting. “Lilah, just fuck me already!” You’re all but begging, hoping she’d finally, finally start moving.
“Do you mind it rough?” She asks through gritted teeth. Her composure was beginning to crack, you saw it. She’s had a hand on her clit since the beginning, but you can tell she’s waiting to really start pleasuring herself until she starts with you. You look back, raising your eyebrows as you regard her.
“I prefer it. Please, just get to it alread-“
The air leaves your lungs as she thrusts all the way into you, the tip of her cock hitting deep inside you. You cry out, your hand flying up over your mouth to muffle it. She shakes her head, drawing out slowly and slamming back into you as the bed creaks slightly.
“This what you want, sugar?” She teases. You’re very aware of her hips against your ass, and you can’t help but cry out again as she continues to thrust her strap into you.
“For god’s sake, country girl, you need to be quiet.” She snaps, shaking her head and reaching over to the nightstand next to the table. She grabs her panties, balling them up in her fist.
“Open up.” She commands, restraint clearly gone. You obey, absolutely loving this dominant, bossy side of her. Without a second of hesitation, she stuffs the fabric in your mouth, muffling the sound of surprise you made.
“Sorry, darlin’. Normally wouldn’t mind getting kicked out of a place but I actually like this one.”
She leans down closer to you, lowering her voice and dropping the bravado.
“If you wanna tap out, hit the bed with your open palm three times. Got it?” You nod, committing the code to memory. God, it was so sweet of her to care, but you just wanted her to absolutely destroy you.
The softness is gone within seconds, replaced by a determined look as she begins to pound into your pussy. Her hips snap back quickly, and she thrusts back in just as fact.
The makeshift gag was a good idea. You can’t help the downright sinful sounds leaving your mouth as she continues. You collapse onto the bed, cheek pressed to the bed as you arch your back higher into the air.
Silver herself isn’t quiet, fucking into you fast and hard in a manner that’s almost feral. She grunts and groans, some noises she makes almost sounding like growls as she ruts into you. You let out a muffled cry when she finds that spot that makes you feel amazing, the one you can never reach on your own. She snaps her hips forward again and again, setting a cruel pace.
Your toes curl as your back arches up, the deep stimulation driving you into a trance. You cry out when she reaches forward, fingers finding your clit as she continues her assault on your cervix. The double stimulation is driving you insane, tears pooling in your eyes from the pleasurable sensations.
She growls, and you can hear the smirk in her voice. “That feel good, darlin’?” You nod vigorously, eyes rolling back in your head as she continues. Her stamina is inhuman, something you hadn’t considered before the current moment.
Silver’s hand alternates between your clit and your hip, bracing herself as she fucks into you, hitting deeply. Shit, she’s good.
You try to call her name, voice muffled by the fabric in your mouth. She’s absolutely lost in the rhythm as she slams her hips forward, bullying your cervix thrust after thrust.
A hand leaves your hip again, flying back to dip between her legs as she brings more stimulation to herself. She’s quieter than you were, but the sounds she is making are somehow turning you on even more. Grunts and groans fill your ears, gorgeous and needy as she fucks you.
“Yeah, take my strap, darlin’. Take it, you’re takin’ it so well. You look so pretty when you’re all fucked out like this.” She growls as more tears fall from your eyes. Fuck, she felt so damn good. You feel tension in your stomach building fast, hitting you in waves that are progressively getting stronger. The undertow would pull you in soon enough, you can feel yourself getting ready to pitch over the edge.
Silver can sense it too, her thrusts speeding up slightly more as her strong hands hold your hips in place.
“Yeah, that’s it. Cum for me, show me how fuckin’ good I make you feel. You make me feel so fuckin’ good, I’m so fuckin’ close.” She growls. Her words goad you somehow closer, your whimpers growing louder even through the gag. You nod, toes curled as you writhe against the mattress.
Your orgasm hits you like a train, fast, hard, unrelenting. You’d never experienced one as intense, burying your face in the quilt of the old bed and curling your fists into it as you hang on for dear life. From the sounds of it, Silver finished too, breathing heavy as her hand on your hip shakes.
She pulls out and you collapse onto the bed, spent and breathing heavy as you close your eyes and revel in the post orgasm bliss. You pant and pant until your breath calms, mind blank and clear as you stare at the ceiling, laying on your side. Silver’s breathing heavily too as she collapses onto the bed next to you. Your senses are coming back to you, your mind snapping back as the gravity of what you’d just done hits you.
What would everyone else say?
The way you felt made it all worth it, but you didn’t want to come to terms with that. Your mind was fighting between racing and falling back into the bliss you’d felt.
You’d probably treasure this night for the rest of your life as you faded into obscurity into this tiny ass town. Tiny, tiny, stupid ass town. You wanted to punch the pillow underneath your head as the weight of reality comes crashing down on you.
Silver’s warm hand on your arm brings your wandering mind back.
“You okay?” She asks, quiet and tentative. You nod, trying not to betray the thoughts rushing through your head at the moment.
She doesn’t buy it. “You’re thinkin’ about skippin’ town again, ain’t ya? You’re too scared and tryin’ to talk yourself outta it too. I can tell.”
You finally look up at her, eyes wide as you regard her incredulously. You weren’t sure how she guessed so accurately, especially after only knowing her for one night.
“It’s written all over your face, darlin’. Might not wanna take my advice, hell, I wouldn’t, but it might be useful. Skip town if you really wanna. Don’t let yourself become a husk of who ya’ could be. Or, stay here. Who am I to say? I’m just an alcoholic who had a one night stand with a pretty ass country girl.” She teases. You can smell the liquor on her breath as she speaks. The metal jingles and the leather squeaks slightly as she takes her strap off, folding the leather harness up neatly as she gets up to enter the small bathroom connected to the bedroom.
You can tell she’s cleaning up, you can see her silhouette against the door. Her bags next to the door are a constant reminder that you’ll probably never see her again.
The realization fills your stomach with dread. It truly was your choice, and yet, you were paralyzed.
Your eyelids begin to grow heavy, weighed down by fatigue and sleep. They droop, and you watch Silver emerge from the bathroom and repack her bag. She was so vibrant and lively as she redressed and packed.
Her future lay outside this town. Yours? You had no idea.
As you drift off, you feel the bed dip next to you, and a warm hand drawing circles on your hipbone.
You swear you can hear her say “don’t give up yet, country girl”, but it might be wishful thinking on your part.
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When you next wake, the sun is just rising, shining softly through the old curtains that had seen better days. The fireplace was cold and dark, its blaze having extinguished several hours ago.
There was an imprint on the mattress next to you, but as you moved your hand over the sheets next to you, you felt no warmth. A soft breeze drifted into the room, waking you up slightly more. The curtains blew in the wind emptily, the crack in the window revealed by their movement and the slight creak of window hinges.
You aren’t sure if she was just a figment of your imagination. Almost every trace of her was gone, aside from the marks on your chest and neck. If it weren’t for those, you probably would chalk it up to your drunk imagination. Stir craziness in this town might’ve been driving you insane enough to break into the old inn and spend a night there by yourself, but you seriously doubted that you’d be insane enough to do that. Your reputation is probably sabotaged nonetheless.
Silver was gone without a trace, her usual routine for these towns, most likely. You wish you could say the same for yourself.
As you get up to sneak out through the window, you find yourself wishing she’d stayed with you. She was warm, and the scent of alcohol and the outdoors still filled your nose warmly as you began to walk home.
You arrive back to your place just as the sun begins to peek over the roofs of the barns and houses. Your head is up in the sky with it, flying back to last night. The tangle of lips and tongues, Silver’s sweet drawl, her yellow eyes regarding your every move, everything was stuck in your mind.
As you start your chores, going through the motions halfheartedly, you wonder if you’ll ever see her again. Her flowing hair, her worn leather jacket, the fire behind her eyes, everything about her was on your mind. Your senses were consumed by Lilah Silver.
You wondered if she’d ever think of you again, if she’d ever come back. Part of you wished she would, that she’d come rescue you from your own cowardice and refusal to leave.
You knew she wouldn’t.
Maybe someday you’d go find her instead.