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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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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.

And Lara enjoyed keeping him there, letting the true power of the White Court soak into him. She could only imagine how much Thomas must hold back, but she didn't, especially not when she was actively trying to enthrall the puck. It would take repeat exposure, she was sure, especially as she didn't want to break his mind, just get him thoroughly addicted, and before Thomas could figure out where his little pet had gotten off to.

She was looking forward to the process. But for now, she stopped toying with him and rode him hard and fast, her own climax building as her demon feasted, their combined lust growing into a feedback loop of sheer ecstasy that finally had her shuddering with a soft scream of release.

Robin came so hard he thought he might break.

The feeling washed over him like pure fire, pure physical ecstasy that he hadn't felt since... well, probably since that time Thomas had damn near killed him.

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