HEART OF STONE
Heart Of Stone - Episode 45&46
(..Sold•To•The•Pit•Of•Hell..)
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"Dyke!!!!!!" The name rolled out of the king's tongue with horror, tears streamed out of his eyes.
"Dyke!!!!!!" Another scream spilled out, louder with more depth as if he had just realized.
Shayla was breathless behind.
Momentarily, she forgot the pains from her aching back. Her back was on the wall before she knew it.
When she was in the dark room, the guards threatened to tear off her whole skin anytime she made a mistake, and she always thought it was an empty threat.
What human would tear the skin of another human completely?
But it wasn't empty after all. Someone just did it in front of her, he even pulled out the arm...
Everything done singlehandedly.
The cries of the king got louder and crazier, like he had just lost his only son which is true.
No one would live without a facial skin, but it didn't end there.
Ryker's eyes found Shayla, and she held her breaths again as he conjured a spooky ice thorn on his palm.
He held eyes with her as he threw the thorn to Prince Dyke's middle.
His c+ck dangled out of his body, and Shayla fell on her but+, covering her mouth with her palm.
She let out her breaths, they're shaky and hot.
Prince Dyke's incomplete body crumbled heavily on the ground, his blood filled the portal.
"You're really a bastard as they say! An uncircumcised bastard!!!" The King grabbed the sword, standing from where he sat on the ground.
He pointed the sword at Ryker who looks nonchalant even with the blood on his face and fingers.
"I never tried to beat the allegations. Always a bastard, always will be." He spoke with intentional slowness which angered the king further.
"I'm willing to send you to hell." He spat, rubbing his index finger ring on the sword blade.
The blade caught fire, burning bright and filling the room with yellow illumination.
"Take it!" He threw the sword at Ryker's way, straight.
Ryker didn't move out of the way, he saw it coming but stood there.
Shayla raised herself from the wall, rushing over to the end point.
She nearly got in front of him to take the sword pierce, but Ryker buckled his arm on her waist and pulled her away from the point.
With that done, he faced the point himself. The burning sword stayed in front of his eyes, and the shadows of the burning fire swirled in his eyes, but the sword wouldn't move closer.
Slowly, the fire on the blade went off, thanks to his ice.
"Next time, use a more powerful fire. But too bad, there'll be no next time." Ryker said, directing the weak blaze back to the starting point.
The King couldn't even escape his own sword. He wasn't able to take a step away before the sword pierced him, carrying him to the wall.
The sword stabbed his body to the wall, and he went limp there, his blood drawing irregularly on the wall to the ground.
Shayla's body went rigid beside Ryker again, she swallowed emptiness multiple times.
Ryker's eyes shifted back to her, and she did the swallow thing again.
"What were you trying to do getting in front of the sword like that?" He questioned.
"I carry the FireStone inside me, I thought if the sword pierced me, it wouldn't wound me. I just didn't want to sit down uselessly." She replied.
"You will not do that again." He instructed, holding her waist tighter as if to drive the point home.
"But you were—"
"Shayla!" He snapped.
"Yes...I won't do it again." She muttered in a low voice.
Ryker lifted her robe sleeves when she noticed she was cringing, and when he saw the bite marks, the anger he thought was reducing started building again.
"My back was aching, and I had to bite myself to keep the pain minimized. It's not very painful, you're here now so it's fine." She said with a little convincing smile, but he could see through her smile.
Through the pains.
He waved his two fingers over the bite marks, but they refused to heal.
He dragged them over her facial cuts too.
Still the same.
He's unable to heal her.
Must be because of his exhaustion and the coldness inside of him. She's currently wounded and weak too, so if he absorbs her warmth right now, she'd suffer backlash.
He'd have to use the pool, and she'd have to rest well before any healing process can work.
He lifted her into his arms, and her arms went locked behind his neck.
He carried her out of that portal, and they met bodies outside.
Every single soul on the palace is also dead, bodies are scattered across the marbles.
He could see the sign of Cheyenne's nails, the sign of Sage's rope, and the sign of Eternus sword on the bodies.
He met them close to the banquet arena, they're now six—plus Xena, Faye and Blaise.
Cheyenne had found them in the prison during the slaughter.
"Shay!" Xena gasped, looking relieved when she saw her.
Shayla smiled at her from Ryker's arms, and she returned it.
Ryker's eyes went behind the arena, dissatisfied to see there are still people alive—the helpless wives and their children.
He dropped Shayla gently, and he was about to freeze them to death when Shayla got in his way.
"No! They tried to help me escape! They're innocent, you can't kill them!" She brought his hand down, but he took it from her.
"Please... please please don't kill them. Please..." She pleaded in repeat, holding his hand again and looking up at his eyes maybe she'd catch some pity or mercy.
There was none.
"I never leave witnesses." He groaned and took her out of the way.
He froze them. To death.
He didn't even bother doing the shatter, they all stood frozen in their spots like statues.
"No!! No!!!" Shayla covered her mouth as she fought the tears stinging her eyes.
"They did nothing wrong... nothing." She sobbed, shutting her eyes.
"Has your brother always been like this?" Blaise whispered beside Xena.
"I swear I'm not breathing." Faye muttered.
Xena was speechless.
"I wouldn't care less if he decides to visit the non-human city closest to this one to kill additional people." Cheyenne said.
"Of course, you're just as cold-blooded." Sage replied.
Eternus is looking at Ryker with eyes that says he has lost all hope of redemption for him.
He doesn't see this god growing a love thread anytime soon.
No. That's not happening with this heartlessness.
Ryker tried carrying Shayla again, but she shifted back, shaking her head.
He looked at her, and she shook her head again.
The fear of him that was already reducing...it came back in folds, her eyes are full of it.
He didn't care about it though, he forcefully carried her in his arms, and he could feel her body shivering against him as he caged her there.
They vanished back to Luminaria with the rest.
Even Faye and Blaise followed them to the East Palace in the tower.
Eternus too.
Ryker dropped Shayla on her bed in her room, and when he reached for her hair to touch, she shifted back, sniffling and hiccuping.
She dragged the quilt over her legs, her eyes going down with no plans to look up at him.
"You shouldn't have killed the wives... They tried to help me." She muttered, still not raising her head.
Ryker dropped his hand with a knot between his full brows. He stared at her fearful self for a while before leaving the room.
"Take care of her" he told Cheyenne by the door.
"Sure" Cheyenne replied, entering the room after Ryker left.
She made sure Shayla had her bath first, then she cooked porridge and forced her to eat a little.
She mixed some oral medicine for her and had her drink it, then she let her drag the quilt over herself.
Her eyes closed.
"I knew a day like this would come when you'd find out just how heartless and ruthless he can be." Cheyenne said, sitting on a stool beside the bed.
"He was born with the FrostOrb, and the FrostOrb drinks his blood weekly, so he needs replenishment. Also, when you weren't here for the past 300 years, he depended on people's blood just to keep himself warm apart from the spring pool. He was born that way, the bloodlust can't be erased unless he grows a love thread."
Shayla opened her eyes slowly.
"Rumi, Xena's twin sister covered your mark following the orders of your mother. The mark will only come back if Rumi lifts it, or if his lordship grows a love thread for you." Cheyenne further explained.
"I once eavesdropped on you and Sage discussing in the kitchen about how Rumi covered my mark, but why would mother hire her to hide it?" Shayla asked.
"Said she was scared that his lordship would want to kill you when he finds out who you are, but that's definitely a lie. Only Rumi knows the real truth of the reason for the cover, so Rumi really has to appear." Cheyenne said.
Shayla's throat closed on nothing, her pale lips moved slowly when she remembered something.
{Age 4}
Shayla wasn't allowed to bath in the bathroom. Liza never allowed it, so her baths were always taken outside.
If it rained, it's a bonus.
Shayla loved bathing in the rain, she never got cold no matter what.
It's a rainy evening, and Shayla was bathing in the rain as usual, wearing a faded singlet and short knickers.
She was running around, collecting the raindrops in the middle of her palms, cackling and chuckling freely.
Liza opened the front door of the house, pushing her protruding tummy out and ready to chew Shayla out as usual, but what she saw stopped her.
In the middle of Shayla's back, there's a mark. A rare, weird mark.
A burning sword tattoo.
"What Is That?" Liza mumbled, blinking to bring herself back to reality, but no matter how many times she blinked, the mark still sat there, burning.
She went back inside, becoming so restless as the minutes rolled by.
Eventually, she gathered everything she could get her hands on in her family archives, taking her time to read, scrutinizing for anything related to the mark.
It was already past 11pm when she found something inside a black ancient journal.
Gods.
They live through centuries and dwell through times.
Each time a god loses his or her divine body, they never die completely, they just choose a new host—new inheritor for their powers, and they pour their divine mantle into the bodies of their new inheritor for the start of a new generation.
Male and female gods exist in opposites, mostly.
There's Demigod of the Night and Demigoddess of the Day.
There's Demigod of the Air and Demigoddess of the Underground.
But the most popular of them all are the direct opposites.
Demigod of Ice and Demigoddess of Fire, both bearing the burning and frozen mark behind them.
Liza dropped the journal immediately. Her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth.
"My baby is carrying the demigoddess mantle? I gave birth to...a Demigoddess? Geez!" She stood.
She couldn't contain her joy for the next few minutes.
She went outside and took Shayla in, keeping her from the rain.
"Go bath in the bathroom, the rain is too heavy." She smiled at her.
That was the first time Shayla ever saw her mother's smile, and she couldn't contain her shock.
"Ma?"
Liza touched her face, fondly. "Yes, I'm your Ma. Feel free to call me that from now on."
Shayla smiled widely, hugging her legs tight.
{Present Time}
"I spent four years with her, suffering, but some weeks before I turned 5, she suddenly changed to me, acting nice." Shayla mumbled.
"So...that was it. She changed to me only because she saw my mark, and she went ahead to get Rumi to seal it?" She shook her head.
"How could she do that to me?"
"Everyone wants power, Tiny. Your mother is probably one of those people who dreams of ruling this city by using you." Cheyenne said.
"But why? When she figured out I had the power in me, why did she still send me to the dark room as a slave?" Shayla said confusedly.
"Cos she knew you'd be sold to the palace and you'd meet his lordship who's your partner, but I guess she wasn't expecting him to figure you out even without the mark, so right now...she probably has another plan." Cheyenne scoffed.
Shayla still looks confused even after those words.
"Tiny, let me tell you. This our world is even crueller than the human world, people take anyone out of the way just to achieve their goals. But you're safe here, I promise you. His lordship will go to the end of the world if it means saving you, you're his only warmth anyways." Cheyenne smiled.
"Where is...he?" Shayla looked up.
"His ice is acting up even more than it did the last time he entered the land of the condemned, so he's soaking in his pool." Cheyenne said.
"I'll go...give him some warmth." Shayla tried getting off bed, but Cheyenne pushed her back.
"Not allowed, you're still wounded, and your mark is still hidden. If you take care of him in his critical state, you'll get hurt." She said.
"Will he be fine?" Shayla asked worriedly.
"You're suddenly not mad at him anymore for killing the wives?" Cheyenne smiled.
"I wasn't angry, killing is his nature anyways. I was just scared." Shayla muttered under the quilt.
"You should get plenty rest. Ring me on the telephone if you need anything." Cheyenne said.
Shayla nodded, and Cheyenne exited the room, closing the door softly behind herself.
Shayla closed her eyes, but it didn't take a minute before she opened them again.
She dipped her hand under her pillow and took out Ryker's embroidered handkerchief.
She was rubbing her thumb on the embroidery till she slept off.
--
[Bamboo Groove, Spring Pool]
Ryker is inside the pool completely. His head is not even out. He dipped himself like cookie in tea.
Once the water gets cold, it automatically drains out through the four-way drainage, and new hot water rushes in.
That has been the procedure since over an hour now.
Feast is in less than two week, and his plans are ringing loud in his head, inpatient to get executed.
Tthis palace would be painted in red that day, but before then, he has to find Rumi.
Rumi has to take the bait faster. He hates stillness, he needs the warmth so bad and it's not even coming forth.
He could have used Xena's soul to call Rumi's own, but Xena's soul would get badly wounded which he doesn't want to risk.
He hates his father, not his sister. He's not going to chanel pain into her essence with his own hands.
After the thirtieth dive into the pool, his head came up, water running down his body back into the pool.
He checked his repeatedly stabbed arm and his stabbed chest, then the stomach stabbed with a sword.
They're all healing, but the process is so damn slow.
He has damaged this body too much today, and he needs as much rest as he could get, but he's not seeing himself in a bed anytime soon.
Not when her highness is still scared of him. He enjoys her fear, but when it gets too much, it gets boring like now. He needs that smile.
"Are you thinking about her?" Eternus voice broke in from the edge of the pool.
"Do you want to get stabbed again?" Ryker rolled his eyes up.
"Yes! Stab me out of this body to the body of a 12 year old kid I beg you." Eternus replied instantly.
"Get lost" Ryker smirked, resting his back on the pool wall.
His eyes went shut, water cascading down his lashes.
"You killed the wives and children tell the heavens how much control you have, isn't it? You did it to get back at them for locking the gateway earlier." Eternus said seriously.
"Why ask when you already know the answer," Ryker opened his eyes. "They did their thing, and I did mine. It's a game in the end."
"I'll be here when you grow the love thread no matter how stubborn you are about it." Eternus replied.
Ryker looked up at the edge, but Eternus already left.
"I miss my clouds castle, I'm going to sleep for days, and don't come for a visit!" His voice cut through the air.
Ryker closed his eyes back.
--
[Back In The Tower]
Like a panel, Sage sat in front of Faye and Blaise and Xena, looking at them with hooded eyes.
They're beside the orchard.
"So... Faye. You're a serpent? You suggested going to the city?" Sage said.
"I wanted the demigod on our West side, so yes" Faye brazenly replied.
"Can you tune it down?" Blaise said through his teeth beside her.
"I'm only saying the truth." Faye gritted back.
"You could have been killed!" Sage stood from his chair.
"Me too. Scold me too, not just them." Xena spoke up.
"Why would you even follow them Xena?" Cheyenne appeared.
"Your animal summoning ability isn't even sharp yet. You never practice it. You endangered your life." Cheyenne said further.
"That'd be the last time I make such thoughtless move." Xena said.
"And to you two...West Palace folks...his lordship will never collaborate with anyone that's not himself, so stop trying." Sage said.
"But why?" Faye asked.
Blaise quickly held her lips together, dragging her out of the tower.
She kept trying to speak, but he never let go till they vanished by the door.
"I'm gonna go write a notification letter to the ballet school and inform them of Tiny and Xena's absence." Cheyenne said.
Sage followed her, and Xena went to Shayla's room to check on her.
She found out she's asleep, so she left the tower, returning to the servants quarters.
When she walked past the park, she came across Soren who's on his way to school.
Their eyes met, and she stopped to greet with a bow.
He ignored and almost entered his car, but he suddenly stopped.
He glanced at her and threw a cigar stick at her which she caught.
"Reward for the time you spent with me at the compartment." He said and finally drove out of the palace.
Xena looked at the cigar with disbelief, blinking once and twice.
"Is he in his right senses?" She muttered, pocketing the stick.
She's going to give it back to him.
She proceeded to the quarters, entering their room and meeting Old Chef in bed, looking crippled with thoughts.
"Father?" She walked closer, and the man looked up with a small smile.
"Xena, I think your brother might never forgive me for life. I did something terrible."
"What are you talking about?" Xena sat beside him.
"I think I'm better dead." He said.
"What are you even saying?" Xena said fearfully.
Old Chef sighed, looking ahead without replying.
Xena's confusion heightened.
--
[Royal Office]
Royals get busy when the Feast draws near, especially in this office.
Zeke has been ordering supplies, stamping and signing since last night.
He only had a little sleep, then he resumed his work this morning, making sure money reached every part it's supposed to get to.
The laptop screen lit up with a new report from the guards table, and he relaxed on his chair as he read it.
Eclypseria... Extinct.
Ryker killed every single soul in the city. He ruined it totally just to get his partner out.
"As it should be" Zeke smiled, drumming his fingers on the desk.
"You can't be killed yet, but irreparable damages can be done." He chuckled, remembering the poisoned pool.
Azura came into the office, dropping her purse on the table.
"You said you wouldn't leave the Haven till Sadie's wounds heals." Zeke said instantly.
"She and Kade healed this morning, out of the blues." Azura replied, sitting in front of him.
"Guess the punishment time is finally over." Zeke said.
"Director Esme is aware that Shayla was kidnapped by the distance prince, and I knew nothing. What exactly is going on?" Azura asked.
"Can you not start nitpicking again?" Zeke leaned forward. "She got kidnapped, the bastard destroyed the whole city to take her, over."
"Don't give me that crap, Zeke! I am your wife! The Madame of this palace! What right does Esme have to get info from you faster than me!" Azura spranged up like a tigress.
"Are we really doing this today when there's a lot to attend to?" Zeke scoffed.
Azura was already walking to him, planning to drag him up when a guard ran in after a sharp knock.
"Grand Supreme, Grand Madame, Granny Tara is here." He reported.
"Mother?" Zeke smiled.
Azura froze.
"Mother is here, Zura." Zeke grinned, following the guard out to the park.
Truly, the cruel looking Granny is just getting out of her car. She looks wicked even without talking, and there's a snake hanging around her neck like a necklace.
"Mother!" Zeke moved forward excitedly.
From the top windows of the castle, three people stood.
Jude and Pearl are by a window.
Lilith stood by another window.
"Things kept getting more heated. Well I'm starting ballet school tomorrow, I won't have to deal with this new patient." Pearl smiled.
"I can smell the trouble even from here." Jude sniffed.
"What's with the snake on her neck?" Lilith scoffed. "Everyone's weird in this family."
--
[Black Swan Ballet School, Elite Practice Hall]
Esme took over the hall today.
The practice for the Feast dance started proper, she's in charge.
Everyone is present, even Sadie and Kade.
Faye and Blaise are here too.
Except Xena and Shayla.
Esme made Mercury and and the twins stand at the center throughout the first practice round.
"The second round starts at 4. Call home, we're closing late." She announced, using a white hanky on her face sweat.
"Also... Shayla and Xena are exempted from —"
Before she could finish that, her secretary came in with a handwritten letter.
"From Heartless Tower, was addressed to you." He said as he handed it over.
With a smirk, Esme tore it open. There are only three words inside.
DON'T DO IT.
Holding the letter instantly felt like a task. She could feel the weight, and she knows what it means.
She folded it and threw it in a trashcan.
"Shayla and Xena remain in the dance, and in the center." She said before exiting the hall.
Kade drank from a bottle of water immediately, thinking of various ways to kill Shayla and get away with it. Everyone heard about how the demigod destroyed Eclypseria all for her, so acting anyhow would cost his life. He's aware that he needs to work with a bigger hand at this point.
"Your wounds are finally gone? Guess the torture period is over." Blaise came to him with Faye.
"You both went to Eclypseria on a rescue mission? All for her?" Kade rolled eyes.
"What about it? What exactly is your problem with her? Tell me." Faye demanded.
"Because she's my—"
Kade gritted his jaws to stop the rest of his words from coming out.
He snatched his water back from Blaise and left just like that.
"Your best friend is acting odd" Faye shrugged.
"Feel like he's trying so hard to keep something. His unfinished sentences proves that." Blaise said.
"I'll find it out what." Faye replied.
Blaise looked at her, sighing emptily before looking away.
On the other side of the hall, Soren is drinking iced water, and it's leaking in streaks to his throat.
When he detached the bottle from his lips, Mercury was already in front of him, smiling.
"I'm glad you're now fine. Thankfully, I was able to help with your head wound last night."
She pointed a food warmer at him.
"I'm not very good with food, but my mother helped with it so I'm sure it tastes good. I know you hate breakfast but you need it for better recovery." She said.
Before Soren could even reject it, Sadie's hand flew to the warmer.
She slapped it away, wasting the food in the floor.
"Sadie!" Mercury snapped.
"Who said you could bring food for my twin? I told you, you can't like him!" Sadie yelled.
"Is it a taboo to cook for my friend? You wounded him last night and he came to me for healing so I'm just doing what a friend should do! Stop being a witch!" Mercury pushed her out of the way and stormed out of the hall angrily.
"You're embarrassing" Soren told Sadie, then he faced the door.
"Ren!!" Sadie went after him.
Soren went as far away from her as possible. He went to the graffiti hall and entered the compartment to be alone, but surprisingly, Xena was already there.
"What are you doing here? I came here with you once doesn't me you get to come anytime you want." He queried sternly.
But then... Xena came closer, smiling strangely.
She touched his chest with a finger, blowing him a kiss.
"Just came to check up on you, don't be salty about it." She winked and left the compartment.
Soren stepped out too, but she was already gone.
"That's not Xena." He muttered.
--
[East Palace, Heartless Tower~Shayla's Room]
It must be the embroidered handkerchief.
That's definitely the problem.
Since Shayla woke up from her resting sleep, the pheromones started their shit again, and she's at the verge of losing her mind already.
She shouldn't have slept with his handkerchief in her hands, and now the consequence is dire.
Every part of her body is on fire, she's aching at every nerve point.
She lay on her bed, hands holding the quilt tightly as she stared up at the ceiling tiles.
The middle of her legs started getting it's own heartbeats again, and she sat up hastily in bed.
At the same time, Cheyenne came inside.
"Let's get you dressed up, his lordship wants to take you out." She announced.
"Huh?" Shayla shifted down.
"C'mon, there's no time." Cheyenne pulled her into the treasure dresser.
Twenty minutes later, they came out, but Shayla looks different.
Cheyenne dressed her chicly.
White thin-strapped singlet, slightly baggy jean, slightly big round earrings, black boots, straightened out hair which surpassed the middle of her back, lips painted pink.
And a little makeover to cover her facial cuts.
"Where are we going to?" Shayla asked Cheyenne.
"He probably wants to make you feel good after what you witnessed earlier." Cheyenne replied simply.
Shayla proceeded out of the room, moving to the northern part of the tower all by herself.
That's where the garage is, and she came to a quick stop when she saw Ryker waiting there.
He dressed chic just like her.
Black undershirt with a leather jacket on top, baggy jean too, even a black bandana is tied wholly over his hair, leaving some strands to fall over his eyes a little.
He looks mad different.
In robes, he looks majestic, in suits, he looks bossy and taller, but here...
Is this what Xena would call s+xy?
He's s+xy, and that was like a fuel to the sensations she was feeling before.
The heartbeats between her legs resumed. Her br+Ã sts throbbed, too.
What is this?
Carefully, she went closer, noticing he's sitting on a bike.
"Where are we going?" She asked, and his eyes found hers instantly.
"Are you unwilling to go out, your highness?"
"Your... highness?" She drawled, wondering where that nickname came from again.
She prefers firefly.
"Get on, and not at the back. Sit in front of me." He said.
"How would you drive then?" She asked, and her eyes widened at what he did next.
He easily lifted her to the bike, dropping her in front of him. She's facing him on the bike though, so there's space to handle the bars.
She quickly threw her arms around him, wrapping them there and inhaling him more as he rolled the bike out of the tower, using his personal exit out of the palace.
Apart from the short drives to the ballet school, Shayla has never really explored the city of Luminaria before, especially at night like this.
It's heartbreakingly beautiful, so much that she feels like reaching the skies to pluck one of the stars.
The multicolored city lights, the wealthy mansions, electric gates everywhere, the fireworks from the lumi park, the crapper hotels, the exclusive clubhouses and bars.
Everything created the needed hive hub in her head, and she kept her body still on the bike as the night breeze carried her smooth hair with a whooshing sound.
She was only able to focus on the city for the first five minutes though.
After the five minutes, her concentration returned to the god she's hugging on the bike.
Her nose remembered his scent, and her throb resumed in the wettest places ever.
She peered up at his face, seeing that he's so focused on driving the bike.
She gulped, her fingers moving behind him. She followed her mind, she did as her instincts told, and before she knew it, her lips moved up his open chest, slightly.
Her nose sniffed him, intoxicating herself with more of him.
She got so lost that her fingers began moving faster, rubbing his body behind and crawling to his lower back.
Ryker stepped on the bike gas, overspending down the busy road as her lips found his Adam's apple.
She kissed it, her fingers traveling from his back to his arms, going into his jacket to caress his biceps.
Her lips left wet kisses on his neck, round without leaving out a single space. The hotness intensified, she could feel her chest throbbing harder that it hurts so much.
She got up to his face, and she wasn't surprised to see his eyes are cast down on her.
She brought her two hands to his face, holding it gently.
She leaned in without waiting, kissing his bottom lip before kissing the upper one, then she captured the two at the same time.
Ryker's lashes went down
The bike came to a sharp halt somewhere in a street corner, and his arms immediately left the handlebars, going around her body to wrap tightly.
He slid his tongue into her mouth first, guiding it with hers as the kiss turned sweeter, deeper.
More close. More tight. More hard.
Shayla's hands are still under his jacket, rubbing his body slowly, caressing with care.
The silence of that street corner enveloped them completely, just the sounds of their popping kiss and their heavy breaths as their mouths danced wildly.
"Touch me... please. Please touch me. My chest, everywhere." She whispered into the heat of the kiss.
Ryker's hands slid away the thin straps of her singlet. He dragged the thin fabric down together with her small br@ cups
Pheromones are really driving her crazy cos her breasts are leaking.
Breast milk dripped from her pink n+pples, temptingly.
From her chest, he looked up at her pretty face.
The hunger and desire he saw in those eyes was enough to undo him.
He went feral, jaws ticking, body tensing and head clocking.
He used his tongue, chasing the leaking milk down to her cleavages.
He licked them, then he took his tongue back up, pressing her body gently to the bike with his palms as the protective anchor.
The moment his mouth covered her two n+pples at the same time, Shayla went out of control.
A small m+an slipped out of her mouth.
"Ahh. . . Ryker."
TBC.
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Damn looks like Ryker finally snapped
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