goodfellow | At Zero

At Zero

There were a number of clubs in the city that knew Rob Fellows as a frequent flier. Zero was one of them, and even though he hadn't been there in some time, he could tell that the bouncer recognized him. Just because he was in a good mood, Robin slipped him a twenty despite having already gotten inside. He tipped his hat and slid toward the bar, where he picked out a seat on the end and began to scope out the people around him.

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Robin was pissed. He was also turned on as hell.

And he was also a puck, and had a very finely tuned survival instinct. Somewhere in between those things he managed to put together his best chance for getting off of this bed without having her fuck him within an inch of his life. Which, though fun, was not something he wished to repeat.

"But Thomas..." he whined.

"Thomas needs to remember his place!" Lara replied firmly, pulling back to look at Robin, her hand like iron as she gripped his chin, meeting his eyes with a steely expression. "He has been allowed to play at being human, at living his own life, but now it's time for him to return to his family duties. And you're going to help me remind him of this."

That rough hand only made desire spark through Robin even hotter.

"How... am I supposed to do that?" he asked, forcing himself into calmness, to not snap at her again.

Lara looked him over like he was nothing more than a slab of meat. "All you need to do is lie back. I'll take care of the rest," she murmured, her expression going distant and calculating as she plotted.

Robin had seen what Thomas could do to him, even unintentionally. Could make him want what was really, really bad for him. If Thomas could do that without meaning to, then what could Lara do?

It was only that thought that kept him for reeling up and snarling at her, trying to forcibly break his bonds.

He could pretend. He could fucking do that. It was his best chance of her not putting the full whammy of her mojo on him.

"Then touch me at least, won't you?" he managed.

Lara broke into a slow smile and glided over to the bed, sinking down on the edge. "Of course, little pet," she crooned, reaching out to tug Robin's shirt open and sliding her hand lightly over his chest.

Oh god her hands felt good. Robin kind of hated her by now, but it felt good.

"More..." He let his eyes drop closed. It was an act. Or mostly. There seemed to be a fine line here.

Lara smirked triumphantly and stood up to lock the door, shedding her clothes languidly, her eyes a shimmering white and her demon's cold, erotic energy radiating from her, filling the room. "If you want more, then that's what you'll get, sweet buck."

... okay, and suddenly it was less of an act.

"Puck," Robin corrected, looking up at her with heavy-lidded eyes.

"Kine," Lara replied smoothly, moving back to the bed without a stitch of clothing on. "You may not be human, but it just makes you more of a challenge." She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips as her hands smoothed his shirt out of the way, her blue-black hair brushing his skin as she leaned in to press a trail of kisses across his chest with a satisfied sigh.

Robin couldn't hide his arousal. Fuck, his arousal was painfully tenting his fucking pants.

"Don't even pretend I'm not a..." Robin arched his back, hips rolling. "A fucking prize."

"A prize? Oh, you're quite the prize, sweet," Lara purred, grinding her crotch down against his erection. "But in the end, you're still prey." She bit lightly at his nipple, rubbing against him teasingly.

"Is that why you had to tie me to the bed?" Robin asked, just barely biting back a groan. "You were afraid I'd escape your clutches?"

"Why would I give you a chance to fight back? I just want your obedience, that's easy enough to take when you're like this," Lara pointed out, lifting her body up to undo Robin's pants, cool fingers wrapping around his cock and stroking slowly as she leaned over him and bit and sucked at his neck.

"I'm just pointing out that you didn't actually want a challenge."

Oh, fuck, her hands on his cock. You think he'd be used to this by now, having been sleeping with Thomas for so long, but it was goddamn amazing.

"Of course not. If I can take a shortcut, I will." It was the White Court way. "Now. Enough talk," she said briskly, and her mouth covered Robin's as she positioned herself against his cock and pressed down, taking him into her with a long, low moan.

Robin cried out a string of obscenities in Greek. Fuck. Just... fuck.

He jerked against the bonds, thinking for a moment not even about getting free, but getting his hands on her.

Oh, but this was just how Lara liked it. She was in control in every way. She rode him, nice and slow, sitting up and thrusting her magnificent breasts out, head falling back with a sigh.

If Robin had been able to think at all, he might have found the entire situation disturbing on a number of levels. Not the least of which being the giant elephant of consent issues in the middle of the room.

But how could he possibly not want this when it felt so good? Why wouldn't he?

Not because of Thomas.

He groaned and bucked his hips, thrusting up into her. "You know, you could have more than a thrall," he said breathlessly. "Wouldn't you like a really good fuck?"

"I always have a really good fuck," Lara answered with a soft laugh. "But it's cute that you're trying to talk your way out of it." She smirked, eyes a milky white, pupilless as she watched him, smiling a wicked smile that had a remarkable similarity to Thomas'.

"You only want me to get to Thomas," Robin said, trying to sound more resigned than accusing.

He wanted to kill her. He was not a kept puck.

"Not necessarily. If you prove useful, I might just keep you around for a while." Lara caressed Robin's chest, continuing to rock on him, letting her demon drink deeply as she moved faster with a soft moan.

"That..."

Robin really had to force this out. It was hard despite how good what she was doing to him felt. But he dug down deep to his survival instinct.

"That might not be so bad." The breathless quality to his voice lent it a bit more sincerity.

Lara pursed her lips, watching him consideringly. Then she decided he was far too coherent and pulled on her demon, amping up the lust quotient by a few factors, her fingernails digging into his chest as she leaned forward, slamming her body down on his cock over and over.

Fuck. Right. What was he saying?

Robin gasped and keened, hips jerking in time with her motions, on the very edge of orgasm for what seemed like an eternity.

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