Make A Deal .
Logan warned me about the people of Bloodstone, especially Reaver. Appearently our mother had known him, and he wasn't a good man from what I had heard. He was a pirate, a scum and a liar, but he was a Hero nonetheless. So I walked on, my doberman by my side and my sword on hand. I traveled and walked until I met up with Walter at a pub. Appearently I had been assigned to a new mission.
Sneak into Reavers Mansion and free the underground men.
I wasn't scared, anxious maybe.
So I dressed in crazy dresses, and teamed up with a woman who goes by Page. Just by the way she talked to me, I could already tell that she didn't like me.Obviously due to Logans evasive measures to save the kingdom, Nevertheless, we had to work together on this to free her men, so we met up at Reavers Mansion in Millfields.
"Page." I greeted her, she smiled.
"You look good. Now lets do this." She said, turning and walking toward the front. A man named Barry answered, saying that the party was already over and there was no wine left. It didn't matter to us of course, and Barry was completely clueless. I knocked him over the head once he opened the door, knocking him out in a second, and Page and I sprinted into the main hall of the mansion in our overdressed dresses. If there were ever such a thing at a Reaver party.
"Now what do we have here?" A man called from across the room. I looked up to see a very tall, and very lean man with a bird mask on. He was dressed in mostly white, minus his shirt and his very large hat. He looked...Posh.
"Reaver!" Page yelled. I looked back at the man. From what I could see, this man looked no older than 30.
And to say he was my mothers age?
"Let my men go!" Page yelled. I clenched my fists, ready for a battle.
"Why the yelling and the fighting? I say that you, I and your little friend should bring this to my private chambers, seeing as though we have an audience here. Well, unless you prefer that kind of thing..." Reaver carried on, and Page was beginning to get more and more frustrated.
"I'll kill you, Reaver! Don't think I won't!" Page warned.
"But why would you want to ruin all the fun? We have so much planned for you today.." He remarked, his voice heavy with the tone of a very self conceited man.
"Do you not know who this is!?" Page yelled. Reaver glanced at me for the slightest second, his dark eyes scanning my body, before returning to Page.
"This is the Princess!" She remarked, hoping that somehow my political rank would change his mind.
"My, I've never had royalty in my sheets before..." He said, his eyes returning to me. "Well, there was that one time..." He mumbled to himself.
"Reaver!" I called. He looked at me again,
"Let Page's men go, and we'll make a deal." I stated. Page looked at me, then Reaver.
"Hmmm...As tempting as that offer is, I would much rather see you fight a sand fury and lose." Was his simple reply. He was about to walk off, before I called again.
"Anything." He stopped for a moment, and turned to me, a wicked smile plastered his lips.
And as Logan had foretold, Reaver was a wicked man, indeed.
True to his word, he had let Page's men go, minus one.
So I sat there, watching him watch me.
"Anything, you say? Well, I'm inclined to believe you owe me, saying that I already released the prisoners." I frowned.
"Well, I don't know what I owe you, until you tell me." I said. He smirked,
"I daresay, you're giving me the option of your debt?" He asked, standing and pacing.
"Yes. Now please Reaver, I have other things I have to do." He scoffed.
"I think this would take a while, meaning I have freed more than one man." he said. I looked at him, eyebrows furrowed.
"What do you mean? You free the men, I owe you one thing."
"Well, I am a business man, and I always figure out how to make the most profit out of anything. Technically I freed 12 men. You owe me 12 different things." He retorted.
"Excuse me?" I was dumbfounded. This man was scum.
"One or nothing. Now if you don't mind, I will be leaving." I commented, standing and walking toward the door.
Just then a sudden loud bang flew past my head, and I jumped nearly 5 feet off the ground. I turned slowly, seeing Reaver standing naught 10 feet behind me.
"You will stay, and keep to your end of the deal." He was serious. I raised my head,
"And If I don't?" I asked.
"I will kill you, of course." He replied.
"Then did you find out what you want?" I asked, almost scared to hear the answer.
"I'm quite sure you know what I want." He said, his eyes lingering over my body.
I closed my eyes and felt Reaver's mass over me, he was kissing my neck, my head was faced the other way as to not look at him. This man was unbelievable. He ran his hand up my body, making sure to touch my most sensitive places. A breathed out shakily. I looked at his hat, sitting upon a table in the corner. And followed the trail of clothes that ended at the bed. Reaver lay between my bare legs, his skin touching mine as he started kissing my cheek. I felt him place a hand on my jaw, forcing me to look at him. I kept my eyes open as he pressed his lips against mine. And oddly enough, they were soft.
"Are you not entertained, Princess?" He whispered darkly against my lips, his body slowly grinding against mine. I didn't answer. for I was too scared a lusty moan would escape my lips. I felt him smirk as he kissed me again, taking my lip and biting it gently. And I broke. A shaky moan escaped my lips, and I slightly arched my neck. Reaver was amused.
"I know you like this." He commented lowly, his hips still grinding against mine. My eyes drifted shut, and I moaned again, my hips moving against his as I felt his hardness against my bare thigh. I was beginning to cave, and finally give into his dirty desire. I ran my hand up his bare arms, and touched his neck, gently pulling him into another kiss. He slid his tongue in my mouth, exploring as I felt him steady himself. I was too busy tasting him to realize what he was doing. Before I knew it, he thrust into me in one swift movement, pushing until I cried out in pain. He moved and nibbled on my neck,
"That's better." He whispered. I gripped at his hair, my nails digging into his forearm as he began to move. He didn't partake in foreplay, his movements were rough and harsh. He was pounding into me in a matter of seconds. I cringed in pain and pleasure as he abused me. My hand gripping his hair tightly, and my face buried in the crook of his neck. I moaned against his skin, inhaling his musky scent while I was at it. I was caught up in lust, and I wanted him. I broke away, pushing him off me and flipping him before straddling his hips. He looked at me with a dirty smirk.
"I'm beginning to think your enjoying this." He remarked, grabbing my hips and sitting up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned down to kiss him, all the while he was pushing and pulling me down onto his member. I began to moan his name in between kisses, my nails beginning to drag against his shoulders. Reaver began to breath roughly, his lips against my collar bone and his palms pressing into my waist. I moved uncontrollably, pushing my self up and down while he helped. He groaned, and suddenly pushed me back, his eyes were dark and filled with lust as he grabbed my legs and hoisted them on his shoulders. My face grew red as he leaned in and licked my lips. His eyes were open just the slightest, as though he was watching my face as he pounded into me. I ran a hand through his hair, moaning recklessly as he move inside me. He moved my legs around his waist, sitting up and pulling me against him. I curled my toes and pushed against his lower back, fighting to get more of him. He pounded into my abused entrance, before suddenly groaning, falling forward and kissing me harshly. One hand still holding my leg up while he recklessly moved, the other hand gripping my hair tightly. I cursed, arching my body against his as he climaxed inside me, sending warm sensations throughout my whole body. I shuddered, grabbing onto him as I soon followed.
I lay against him, the sheets barely covering my body. Reaver was silent, which was a first.
"Oh, there's plenty to say right now, dear." He breathes.
I smile to myself.