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Kane’s hand closed on her arm and wrenched her roughly away from herself. “Don’t do that. I’m not telling you again.”

Raven ducked her head, chagrined, and then rebounded and lay back, legs coyly splayed. “Come and fuck me,” she said.

“No.” Kane paced around the bed and Raven rolled to position her pussy for him again. He bared his teeth at her and she bared hers right back.

He looked startled for a second, and then he smiled. “Raven,” he said gently. “Deep down, you have to know this isn’t smart.”

“Deep down,” she echoed, and rubbed at her pussy.

“Dammit!” Kane sprang onto the bed, seizing her wrists and slamming them down above her head.

That was okay. Raven hooked a leg around his waist and ground up at his huge cock with fantastic results. He pulled back, snarling, and she darted her head forward and bit him on the chest. Kane gasped and Raven bit harder, writhing against him from below as she sought blood above.

“Oh you bitch,” he groaned. One of his hands cupped her head, pressing her even harder against his chest.

“Fuck me,” she said. “Put it right in me. Come on, Kane.”

“No!” Kane sat up, yanking her with him and fought to turn her on his lap, to keep her hands together in his grip and her pussy away from his cock. When the battle ended, he was flat on his back with her laying atop him, spoon-style.

He was panting, moving her like the world’s lumpiest mattress in an earthquake, and she couldn’t quit giggling. His cock jutted between her thighs, but he held her pinned just a little too high up on his body to get to it. She kept trying, though, rolling her ass in short, lazy circles against his stomach, her jaws snapping at empty air.

“Raven,” he said tightly. “Eventually, you’re going to sober up and wish like
fuck
you hadn’t done this.”

She brought her legs together, trapping him between her thighs, and squeezed him. It put a little pressure on her own pussy—not much, but not bad, either—and Raven purred and ground her hips. Kane thrust, bumping her steadily as he fucked her thighs, and Raven twisted around as far as she could and bit Kane on the jaw.

He whipped forward and bit her back, his teeth grazing her cheek. He moved one of her hands down, stubbornly past her aching pussy to his cock. She gripped and was instantly dizzied by the sheer power of it burning in her hand. She stroked excitedly, craning her neck to keep biting whenever he presented her with a target. His breath grew ragged, and she struggled to sit up futilely.

“Let me go,” she pleaded. “Let me go, I’ll be good!”

“Ha!”

Raven cried out with frustration, her hand working him faster. “Let me go! Please! I want to blow you! Come on!”

He pushed a finger in her mouth and she arched up greedily, sucking with abandon precisely three seconds before biting.

He hissed and pulled his finger free, and she instantly renewed her pleas to be let up. Kane growled, and then he shoved his hips hard forward, pushing her into the air. His cum rained down over her belly and thighs and Raven wailed and caught what she could to taste.

“God, you’re mean!” she said bitterly, sucking semen from her fingers.

He laughed at her, shaking her as she lay atop him. “Poor Raven,” he crooned. “Didn’t mean old Kane let you bite his cock off?”

“I wouldn’t bite,” she said, hurt. And then she leaned over and bit him.

He groaned, pushing luxuriantly into her jaws, and she stole the opportunity of his distraction to rub furiously at her pussy. Not quick enough. She went flying and ended up facedown with both her hands pinned at the small of her back.

“
Shu-ra
,” he muttered, and reached over the edge of the bed for one of his boots. He started pulling the lacing out.

“Can I blow you now?”

“No.”

“Oh come on, please?”

“No.”

“You’re such a bastard.”

Kane rolled her onto her back and tied her wrists together, then to the headboard of the bed. She bit him several times as he leaned over her and his muscles jumped every time. By the time he had her bound, he was hard again.

“Fuck me!” she commanded, spreading her legs wide.

He put his face very close to hers. “No,” he said quietly, and then nipped her lower lip and got down from the bed. He picked up the bedsheet and rat-tailed it, then pulled it through the footboard in a loop and tied her kicking ankles so she couldn’t get her thighs together.

“You’re a jerk,” she pouted.

He sat down beside her, panting a little, and tickled at her chin with his claw. She twisted away in a huff, then turned back and snapped for him. He let her get her teeth into his forearm, smiling as he hissed in breath.

She eyed his erection hungrily, licking her lips. “Kane,” she began.

“No.”

“God, I hate you!”

“I’m crushed.” He leaned over her, offering himself, and she surged and bit, pulling a rumbling groan from the very heart of him. He lowered himself, curling around her and over her, keeping his chest and shoulders within easy reach of her mouth.

She closed her eyes, losing herself to the pleasure of his flesh’s resistance, to the heat and solidity of him, and the occasional metallic tang of his blood. She was aware, very vaguely, of his leg slipping over hers and his hand between their bodies, stroking himself. She couldn’t really complain; it felt so good to bite and there was so much of him that needed biting. His breath in her ear became shallow and harsh, and soon he was growling louder and louder, his hips grinding against her.

Then, all at once, he stopped. He went away and when he came back, he stayed away from her mouth, wiping at her lower body with a warm, wet towel and ignoring her pleas to come back and fuck her.

After that, he returned to his computer and put his back to her. She tried cajoling, begging and even threatening, but he didn’t turn around. He laughed once or twice, but otherwise ignored her.

Raven gradually lost interest in him and became more fascinated by the ceiling. It spun around above her, taking on different colors at its center if she stared long enough. Raven quieted, gazing up until she was lost to everything else but that.

She felt good.

E
ven before Raven woke up, she hurt.

Her pussy, her arms, her breasts…everything was agony. Her jaw hurt the worst; it felt like she’d blown a horse and then taken a hoof to the head for her trouble. The tendons of her jaw were so sore, she couldn’t even close her mouth fully. What had he done to her?

Raven tried to sit up and realized she was tied spread-eagled to the bed. Baffled, she tugged at the shoelaces binding her wrists, but they might as well have been handcuffs. Why in the hell had he done that? Had she tried to run? She couldn’t really remember. She could remember getting pierced and tattooed. She could even remember having to drive home afterwards, and she could sort of remember falling asleep on the floor and waking up there the next day, but everything else was blank.

Her arms were killing her. Raven pulled, trying to at least straighten out even if she couldn’t sit up all the way, and her entire pelvis went magenta as soon as her hips moved. A cry ripped out of her and Kane, working at his computer, half-turned and gave her a distracted once-over.

“Please,” she gasped, rolling her shoulders in a vain effort to stretch her arms. “Please, let me up.”

Kane pushed his chair back and stood up. He came to the bedside, his head cocked and his eyes moving intently over her. Finally, he began to untie her. As he bent to pick at the knots in the shoelaces, Raven saw red crescents all over his shoulders and chest. She’d bitten him. Hard enough to penetrate even his thick skin in places.

Served him right. She had to have given him the champion of all blowjobs to hurt her jaw this much, and then he must have fucked her in spite of her new piercings. She’d fought him like a mad bastard, clearly, but he didn’t appear to be holding a grudge. Asshole.

Kane slipped an arm behind her and helped her to sit up. The pain swallowed her the instant her pelvis took her weight. When her vision cleared, Kane was holding out the lotion he’d made her. It wasn’t a pain-reliever, but it took the heat out of the ache and that was something. Raven could see Kane’s face out of the corner of her eye as she worked the lotion into her swollen pussy. He was smiling. Bastard.

“If you need to piss, better do it now,” he said. “No shower.”

Were they leaving? He wasn’t packing up. He wasn’t even wearing his boots.

Raven hobbled into the bathroom, leaning on the wall and taking arthritic grandma-steps. It took forever to get there.

In the bathroom mirror, Raven paused long enough to look at herself. The studs in her breasts and the rings in her nipples actually looked pretty good. They were a little red, but not puffy at all. They looked as healed as her belly button ring had looked a whole week after she’d gotten it. The same went for her eyebrow rings and her stomach-hoops. Her pussy, though. God, that hurt.

Raven washed her face and dabbed under her arms with soap, trying to take off just a little of the sweat-smell fogging around her. She scrubbed up with the corner of a towel, then ran cold water over it, wrung it out good, and just touched it to her sex. Nothing down there could possibly feel good, but the cold towel made it at least less bad. A little. When she took the towel away, there were tiny spots of red here and there.

The door opened and Kane leaned in. He cocked his head at the towel in her hand. “Is that blood?” he asked.

“Are you surprised?” she asked irritably.

“No.” He laughed a little, and then came all the way in and dropped to one knee. She felt him fingering carefully at each metal setting. “Nothing looks torn.”

“Better luck next time.”

He glanced up at her with a particularly wry smile, but said nothing. He continued his inspection, and when he was finished, he stood up and washed his hands. “I’ve made you something for the pain,” he said. “Hopefully, something a little more your taste.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He gave her hip a pat and left her.

Raven finished cleaning herself up and shuffled back out to the main room. He was waiting by the table, loading his injector, and it was more than just the pain of movement that made the trip across the room a long one. What were those drugs he was putting into her? She’d done just about everything that could be done in her short street-life, but at least everything she’d popped, smoked or swallowed came from Earth. Kane didn’t even know how to open a can of pop, and he was making drugs for her?

But when he snapped his fingers, her feet took her to him without hesitation. She had misgivings, but they were all intangible. Pain was real, and as much as she hurt now, she knew he could always hurt her more.

She held out her arm, wincing away from it as though trying to physically separate herself from it. She felt his hand enclose her wrist and then the cool head of the injector pushed down on her skin and spat something into her. It stung, but only for a second. Then there was warmth, blushing out through her entire body and nestling in her brain like a bunch of happy baby snakes.

Kane was still holding onto her, staring up into her face with an expectant expression while he rubbed his thumb over the point of injection. She wasn’t sure what he was waiting for, but she found herself strangely agreeable to being petted. He could be gentle when he wanted to be. It was almost enough to make her wish he wanted to be a little more often.

“How do you feel?” Kane asked.

Raven ran her hands down her body. “Like skin,” she told him, and giggled. “God, that shit works fast!”

“Yes, it does. Can you walk?”

Raven obligingly stepped over to the door and back again. She finished with a twirl and would have tried a curtsy, but she got dizzy and needed to fall into Kane to keep her balance. He caught her, which was thoughty of him. “Whoops!” she said brightly, and bit him.

He tensed, his hands clenching on her briefly. “I wish I knew what was making you do that,” he murmured.

“Mm. You taste good.” She wriggled against him more fully, twining her arms around his neck and nibbling all over his chest.

He shivered, still holding her, and growled like thunder. Far-away thunder on a warm summer night, with stars coming out and a full moon rising and crickets singing, maybe a little smoke hanging just under the smell of impending rain. Yeah. He growled just like that.

Raven closed her eyes and moved her mouth over him. Every slow bite brought a new bloom of pleasure from muscles that she knew should be sore. She began to dance lazily in place, just to feel her pierced nipples press and slide against him.

Kane growled sharply and suddenly pushed Raven to arm’s length. “We’re not playing this game again,” he said severely.

Raven put her hand over his groin and rubbed at the growing bulge he constrained. “Who’s playing?”

“You need to heal.”

“I need to fuck.” She started to touch herself, but Kane caught her wrists and held them up at shoulder height. She leaned forward and licked his chest instead. “I feel fantastic.”

“I cut that dose in half,” Kane muttered. “Maybe a little less
chozo
.” He bent with an air of real reluctance and grazed his teeth along her shoulder as she bit and sucked at him. “Maybe not.”

Raven leaned into him and slowly, grudgingly, he allowed her to move against him. The salt of his sweat was the greatest rush she’d ever had, the tang of blood, orgasmic. She ground her hips eagerly at his, letting his hardness act as catalyst for brilliant euphoria as her bruised sex pressed into him.

“Don’t!” he snarled, and shoved her back again. “You’re never going to get better if—”

She dropped to her knees, wrapped her arms around his waist and bit him on his inner thigh. Whatever else he was going to say vanished under a hoarse roar. His hands flew to her head, pulling her hard against him, not just encouraging her but damned near commanding her. She bit and bit at him, but the feel of the strange material of his pants wasn’t satisfying. She raised up and scored at his abdomen with her teeth, rubbing her cheek against his groin and tugging hopefully at his iron grip.