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kinkfestTitle: Invasion
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rosehiptea
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit sex, mild gunkink and bloodplay
Word count: 721
Summary: Lust breaks in wherever she wants to.
A/N: For the prompt: FMA, Roy/Lust: foreplay through fighting, beloved (sort of) enemies, love/hate relationship - as long as she didn't hurt his people, he was more than happy to keep fucking her
This time she was coming through a window when Roy caught her. He walked toward her with his gun drawn, as if that would solve everything.
"If you killed that guard--" he began.
"You know damn well I haven't," Lust replied, holding her head high like a wicked queen. "I do believe the guards are on to our little arrangement, in fact. Or maybe they just know your need for copious amounts of female attention."
There was something about the way she said "attention" that made Roy feel hot when she wasn't even touching him.
"I'll have a word with him," Roy began. "I'm not the only one who lives here--"
"Have whatever words you want with him, when we're done."
She approached him, right in the hallway, and ran a hand down his belly. That alone was enough to make him achingly hard. Roy reached for one of her cold hands and dragged her down the hallway, having the self control to reach the bedroom but not the bed. He shoved her against the wall by his desk, pushed a hand into her bodice. She seemed warm enough, now, as he gripped the gun in his other hand and contemplated the facts of blood.
"Eager like a little boy," laughed Lust.
Just to shut her up, he kissed her, which he seldom did. When he pushed his tongue into her mouth she moaned around it, showing her own eagerness -- or so he told himself. He pinched her nipple and she made a sharper cry. Could she feel pain? Roy often wondered, and doubted.
Pulling away from her, he asked "How many people did you kill this week?"
Lust shrugged. "How many chickens did you eat this week, Colonel Mustang?"
She began to stroke him through his pants, teasing him. He took the gun and pointed it at her chest. "If you hurt any of my people, I'll kill you."
"And then I'll have to stop fucking you." Now she gripped his cock roughly through his pants and he pushed back against her touch. "Admit it; no one makes you come like I do."
She put a hand into his pants and he shuddered. It was true, if only because he felt too dirty after her to touch anyone else.
"Do you know what really makes me hard?" he asked her, shoving the gun under her chin. "The idea of pulling this trigger."
Lust only laughed and pushed down his pants. "You don't know how to kill me yet. And if you did, could you really go through with it?" She stroked his cock lightly with her fingertips. "I could leave you now, leave you to touch yourself alone and wish you hadn't insulted me."
Roy thrust a hand between her legs, feeling her bare and wet under the dress. He hoisted her onto the desk, parting her legs, and pushed himself into her as roughly as he could, feeling her undeniable heat. The gun was poking into her hip now, as he rocked his body and she tightened around him.
"So why aren't you gone, then?" he asked.
"The look on your face right now, for one thing," she answered.
She reached between them to stroke herself, rubbing her clit. He was lost in this now, shoving the gun into the flesh of her waist and fucking her almost wildly. Her other hand was on his back and he could feel her fingernails scrape through his shirt to his skin and then beneath. Roy watched, his back stinging harshly, as she lifted that hand to her mouth and licked his blood off her nails. That was when he felt her come, her muscles moving like no human woman's could. He grabbed her hand and bit her fingers as he spilled into her, tasting her blood and his, and she only closed her eyes.
"Go," he told her brusquely as he pulled out of her, as if he could offend her by not being tender enough. She just shoved him away from the desk and stalked out the door as his finger still trembled on the trigger.
He told himself that he would warn the guard. But he knew not even a hundred guards would help as long as any part of him wanted to let her in.
Author/Artist:
rosehipteaRating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit sex, mild gunkink and bloodplay
Word count: 721
Summary: Lust breaks in wherever she wants to.
A/N: For the prompt: FMA, Roy/Lust: foreplay through fighting, beloved (sort of) enemies, love/hate relationship - as long as she didn't hurt his people, he was more than happy to keep fucking her
This time she was coming through a window when Roy caught her. He walked toward her with his gun drawn, as if that would solve everything.
"If you killed that guard--" he began.
"You know damn well I haven't," Lust replied, holding her head high like a wicked queen. "I do believe the guards are on to our little arrangement, in fact. Or maybe they just know your need for copious amounts of female attention."
There was something about the way she said "attention" that made Roy feel hot when she wasn't even touching him.
"I'll have a word with him," Roy began. "I'm not the only one who lives here--"
"Have whatever words you want with him, when we're done."
She approached him, right in the hallway, and ran a hand down his belly. That alone was enough to make him achingly hard. Roy reached for one of her cold hands and dragged her down the hallway, having the self control to reach the bedroom but not the bed. He shoved her against the wall by his desk, pushed a hand into her bodice. She seemed warm enough, now, as he gripped the gun in his other hand and contemplated the facts of blood.
"Eager like a little boy," laughed Lust.
Just to shut her up, he kissed her, which he seldom did. When he pushed his tongue into her mouth she moaned around it, showing her own eagerness -- or so he told himself. He pinched her nipple and she made a sharper cry. Could she feel pain? Roy often wondered, and doubted.
Pulling away from her, he asked "How many people did you kill this week?"
Lust shrugged. "How many chickens did you eat this week, Colonel Mustang?"
She began to stroke him through his pants, teasing him. He took the gun and pointed it at her chest. "If you hurt any of my people, I'll kill you."
"And then I'll have to stop fucking you." Now she gripped his cock roughly through his pants and he pushed back against her touch. "Admit it; no one makes you come like I do."
She put a hand into his pants and he shuddered. It was true, if only because he felt too dirty after her to touch anyone else.
"Do you know what really makes me hard?" he asked her, shoving the gun under her chin. "The idea of pulling this trigger."
Lust only laughed and pushed down his pants. "You don't know how to kill me yet. And if you did, could you really go through with it?" She stroked his cock lightly with her fingertips. "I could leave you now, leave you to touch yourself alone and wish you hadn't insulted me."
Roy thrust a hand between her legs, feeling her bare and wet under the dress. He hoisted her onto the desk, parting her legs, and pushed himself into her as roughly as he could, feeling her undeniable heat. The gun was poking into her hip now, as he rocked his body and she tightened around him.
"So why aren't you gone, then?" he asked.
"The look on your face right now, for one thing," she answered.
She reached between them to stroke herself, rubbing her clit. He was lost in this now, shoving the gun into the flesh of her waist and fucking her almost wildly. Her other hand was on his back and he could feel her fingernails scrape through his shirt to his skin and then beneath. Roy watched, his back stinging harshly, as she lifted that hand to her mouth and licked his blood off her nails. That was when he felt her come, her muscles moving like no human woman's could. He grabbed her hand and bit her fingers as he spilled into her, tasting her blood and his, and she only closed her eyes.
"Go," he told her brusquely as he pulled out of her, as if he could offend her by not being tender enough. She just shoved him away from the desk and stalked out the door as his finger still trembled on the trigger.
He told himself that he would warn the guard. But he knew not even a hundred guards would help as long as any part of him wanted to let her in.
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Pulling away from her, he asked "How many people did you kill this week?"
Lust shrugged. "How many chickens did you eat this week, Colonel Mustang?"
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