Silver smirked, tracing a finger lightly along his arm, not touching anything else. "It's your choice, Ren Arakawa. I'm not forcing you. But time's ticking. Feel that pulse? It's getting stronger."

He hesitated, his mind a whirlwind. Part of him screamed danger—this woman was a stranger, possibly trouble. But the ache was unbearable, and her body... god, it was tempting.

Her ass—round, high, and impossibly smooth—curved out in a perfect heart shape, the kind of plush, firm swell that begged to be grabbed, spanked, buried against. Each cheek flexed subtly as she shifted her weight, the cleft between them a shadowed promise that made his mouth water.

Above that wicked dip, her waist cinched tight, flaring up to a pair of heavy, teardrop breasts that defied gravity. Full, ripe, and capped with slightly dark rose nipples already stiff, they swayed with every breath, the soft undercurve brushing her ribs when she exhaled.

"Why me? Why rescue me specifically?" Despite all this Ren was able to question this woman.

Silver sighed, sitting back a little. "Our mutual friend has an interest in you. Said I should treat you. I owed her my life, so here I am. Babysitting a guy with a testosterone bomb in his veins."

"And why are you naked?" Ren pressed hips shifting involuntarily searching for the wet cave of this woman.

"Personal preference, I don't wear clothes in my woman cave." she said with a wink. "Plus, it speeds things up if you say yes. No fumbling with clothes."

He groaned, not from pain this time, but frustration. "This is insane. I don't even know if I can trust you."

"Trust this," Silver murmured, pointing again at his erection. "Your body's screaming for help. One wrong surge, and boom—lights out. I've seen it happen in those dens. Guys drop dead mid-auction."

Ren closed his eyes, breathing heavily. The room spun slightly, the overload making his head pound. "Fine... what do we do?"

Her eyes lit up, a predatory gleam. "Say the words. Consent, remember? I won't move without it."

"I... I consent," he muttered, face burning. "Let's have sex or whatever you are going to do."

Silver's smile widened. "Good boy." She climbed onto the bed fully, straddling his legs but not touching him yet. "First, we need to ease the pressure. Slow at first, or it'll hurt more and get rid of your clothes."

Ren nodded, his hands trembling as he reached for her. "Wait, who is this mutual friend? Tell me."

She pressed a finger to his lips. "Later. Right now, focus on surviving." Her hand trailed down his chest, stopping just above his waist. "Ready?"

"Yeah," he breathed.

She lowered herself slowly, her warmth enveloping him. Ren gasped, the sensation overwhelming. "Oh god..."

"Easy," Silver whispered, starting a gentle rhythm. "Let it build naturally. Talk to me—keeps your mind off the pain."

She slowly removed Ren's top and moved onto his pants, carefully pulling them down not to make any sudden movments.

"What... what do you do? Besides rescuing people like me and fucking them?" Ren asked through gritted teeth, his hands gripping her hips.

She laughed softly, her body moving fluidly. "Mercenary work. Infiltration, killing...lot of killing. Xue's ring has been on our radar for months. I wasn't planning to act but you forced me to."

"Did I? Well...I am sorry or thank you I guess."

"I'll take the thank you because I was tired of seeing those males whimper," she teased, leaning down to kiss his neck. "Or maybe I just like the fact that I got you because of that. Feels good to have a handsome stud like you.."

Ren moaned, the pressure easing slightly with each thrust. "This... this is working?"

"Mm-hmm," Silver purred. "Feel the release? That's the testosterone starting to flush out. But we might need a few rounds and no ejaculation until then."

"A few?" he echoed, eyes rolling back.

"Or more," she said, picking up pace. "Depends on how much they pumped into you."

Silver's hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles, the slick heat of her folds gliding along the length of Ren's cock without ever letting him sink inside. The friction was maddening, wet silk dragging over steel, her clit brushing the underside of his crown with every pass.

She kept her weight balanced on her knees, thighs flexing, the plush curve of her ass rising and falling like a tide. Each grind painted a glossy trail of her arousal down his shaft, pooling at the base, dripping onto his balls.

Ren's breath hitched. His face had started as a mask of reluctant endurance—brows pinched, lips tight, eyes squeezed shut against the overload. But now the lines softened. His mouth parted on a silent groan, tongue touching his lower lip as if tasting the air.

Pupils blown wide, he stared up at her, the flush riding high on his cheekbones no longer just fever. Desire, raw and hungry, reshaped his features: jaw slack, nostrils flaring, a sheen of sweat catching the low light across his brow.

"Aren't you…" His voice cracked. He swallowed, tried again. "Aren't you going to have sex? Actually fuck me?"

Silver's smirk was slow, feline. She dipped her hips, letting the head of his cock nudge her entrance—just a tease, a heartbeat of pressure—before sliding forward again, denying him. "Do you want it, boy?" The word dripped like honey. "Do you want it bad enough to beg?"

Ren's eyes narrowed, glinting with a spark of defiance through the haze. "As much as you claim you're just helping here, you seem to enjoy this." His fingers dug into the meat of her hips, thumbs tracing the dimples above her ass. "Don't pretend otherwise."

She laughed, low and throaty, the sound vibrating through her chest into his. "What are you even talking about?" Leaning down, she let her breasts drag across his torso, nipples stiff peaks scraping skin. Her lips brushed the shell of his ear. "Of course I'm enjoying this. Not every day I get a handsome boy like you under me, cock dripping, begging with those pretty eyes."

"Stop calling me boy," he growled, but the protest lacked heat. His hips jerked upward, chasing her heat. "You can't be that much older."

Silver nipped his earlobe. "Might not be much, but still older. Makes me the woman, you the boy." She sat back, palms braced on his chest, and rolled her hips harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. "Say it."

"Whatever." Ren's head fell back against the pillow, throat bared. "Let's just have sex."

"On it, sweetie."

In one fluid motion she rose, spun on her knees, and pushed him flat. The shift was seamless—predatory grace. She hooked one leg over his hip, straddling him reverse, her back to his chest.

The view she gave him was majestic: the perfect heart of her ass, cheeks spread just enough to reveal the flushed, slick lips of her pussy hovering above his cock. She reached between them, fingers wrapping around his base, angling him up.

"Watch," she ordered, voice husky.

Ren's hands found her waist on instinct. She sank down—slow, merciless—taking the first inch, then two, letting her body adjust to the stretch. A low moan tore from her throat, raw and surprised, as if even she hadn't expected how thick he'd feel. Her inner walls fluttered, gripping him like a fist.

"Fuck," Ren hissed. His hips bucked involuntarily, driving deeper. She countered by lifting up, almost off, before slamming back down, bottoming out in one brutal drop. The impact forced the air from his lungs; her ass rippled against his pelvis, the slap echoing.

Silver set a punishing rhythm—no warm-up, no mercy. Up, down, grind, up. Each descent swallowed him to the root, her ass bouncing, cheeks clapping against his thighs.

She leaned forward, palms on his knees for leverage, arching her back so he could see every inch disappearing into her. The wet sounds were filthy—squelching, sucking, the occasional drip of their combined fluids onto the sheets.

"Look at you," she panted, glancing over her shoulder. Sweat beaded between her shoulder blades, trickling down the groove of her spine. "Taking it like you were made for this."

Ren's response was a guttural curse. He surged up, sitting, wrapping one arm around her waist, the other tangling in her hair. He yanked her head back, exposing her throat, and latched his mouth to the pulse hammering there.

Teeth scraped, tongue soothed. His hips snapped upward in counterpoint to her drops, the angle driving him against her front wall, making her gasp.

"Harder," she demanded, voice breaking. "Let me fuck you like I mean it."

He did. Hands sliding to grip her ass, he spread her cheeks wider, watching himself piston in and out, the rim of her hole stretched taut around his girth, glistening. Every thrust punched a moan from her, high and desperate. Her breasts bounced wildly, nipples brushing his forearms when he pulled her flush against his chest.

Silver twisted, capturing his mouth in a messy kiss—teeth clashing, tongues sliding. She tasted herself on him, salty and sharp, but what she didn't expect was Ren to take the lead. "What are you doing?" she whispered against his lips.

Ren muttered some words that lit this woman's eyes, as if those were some words she never expected to hear. "Want you on bottom. Gonna show you what a real fuck is."

Ren didn't need to tell her twice. He rolled them, pinning her beneath him, knees shoving her thighs apart. The new position let him drive deeper, the head of his cock kissing her cervix on every stroke. Silver's legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him faster.

"Yes—fuck—right there." Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails. "Don't you dare come yet. Hold it."

"Can't—" Ren's voice was wrecked. "Too much—"

"You will." She clenched around him deliberately, a ripple that nearly undid him. "Not until I say."

He growled, burying his face in her neck, hips stuttering. The room narrowed to heat, friction, the slap of flesh. Silver's hand snaked between them, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles. Her breath hitched, body tensing.

"Close," she warned. "Come with me—now—"

The command snapped his restraint. Ren thrust once, twice, grinding deep as her pussy spasmed around him, milking him in rhythmic pulses. He came with a hoarse shout, vision whiting out, every muscle locked as he flooded her. Silver's cry mingled with his, back arching off the bed, toes curling.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, chests heaving. Ren's cock twitched inside her, aftershocks rippling through them both. Silver stroked his hair, lazy and possessive.

"Round one," she murmured, lips brushing his temple. "Think you can handle round two or will you die?"

Ren groaned, but his hips were already moving, slow and instinctive. "You're going to kill me but let's fuck more. I can't hold back!"

"Only a little death, sweetie." She clenched around him again, smirking at his sharp inhale. "We've got hours before you can go limp. Let's get your cock all worked up until it can't even think."

He flipped her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up. "No time waste."

Silver laughed into the pillow, pushing back against him. "That's the spirit, boy."

Ren thrust in to the hilt, setting a brutal pace that had the headboard knocking the wall. Her ass jiggled with every impact, the sight driving him wild. He reached around, fingers joining hers on her clit, rubbing in time with his strokes.

"Tell me," he panted, "who's the mutual friend?"

"Later," she gasped, pushing back to meet him. "Fuck now, talk later."

"Fine." He slapped her ass, watching the flesh bounce. "But you're telling me everything after I make you scream my name."

Silver's laugh turned into a moan as he angled his hips, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. "Deal. Now shut up and rail me."

The room filled with the symphony of their bodies—wet slaps, breathless curses, the creak of the bedframe. Ren lost track of time, of rounds, of anything but the slick heat gripping him, the taste of her skin, the way she begged in broken whispers.

By the time they finally stilled, dawn was creeping through the curtains, painting gold across sweat-slick skin. Ren's pulse had steadied, the dangerous throb in his veins reduced to a manageable hum. Silver lay sprawled across his chest, fingers tracing idle patterns through the mess they'd made.

"Still alive?" she asked, voice hoarse.

"Barely." He kissed her temple. "Your turn. Who sent you?"

Silver propped her chin on his sternum, eyes glinting with leftover mischief. "Well she is an intreseting woman. Said you were worth saving." She smirked. "She wasn't wrong."

Ren's brow furrowed. "You promised me you would tell me!"

"Did I now?." Silver's fingers drifted lower, teasing. "One thing about me you need to know sweetie...I like breaking promises."

Ren groaned, rolling her beneath him again. "You're a piece of work."

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