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Toxic As Hell (Closed)

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Oh, this woman. She would be his undoing.

Saul only wanted to kiss her deeper after hearing her soft little gasp. How could she be so sweet and soft, yet also brutal — if the precision of her dagger throw was anything to go by. And how eagerly she returned the kiss had his body reacting readily. He wanted to claim her. Wanted to let her claim him. But it was steadily growing into more than a want, if the straining against his pants was anything to go by.

And her moan made him weak at the knees. Saul decided he would end the leader quickly so that they could get on with what they both truly wanted.

“You won’t be alive long enough to find out,” Saul replied sharply. He had every intention of making Evaen’s death as short but painful as possible. And as he grew closer, the glaze over Evaen’s eyes became clearer. He was masking the pain. Something Saul was more than able to spot.

He barely listened the Evaen’s words. Instead, he waited until the man lunged. All it took was one smooth motion. Saul deflected the blade and made a jab of his own, aiming right for Evaen’s chest.

His blade was true, and the weapon pierced Evaen’s chest until the Shadowfolk man was entirely run through with it. Then, with their faces near, Saul snarled, “This is for Farah.”

The Specialist effortlessly twisted the blade and jerked it upward to cut as deeply into the weakening man’s chest as he could. Once he was sure Evaen was dead, Saul yanked his blade clean out and let him fall. The weapon was covered in blood as he turned back to Quain and met her eyes.

“It’s done,” he said with a mixture of gentleness and coldness in his tone.

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“No, but you will,”Evaen hissed back.

He wasn’t surprised at all when Saul easily deflected his lunge, and he quickly accepted the pain of being impaled. The rot was more painful anyway. Though, when the foreigner spoke a woman’s name, Evaen had no idea who he was talking about. Who the fuck was Farah?

“Wh…”Evaen croaked. He didn’t get to finish as Saul twisted the sword and cut a great hole in his chest.

He grunted and gurgled, going limp on Saul’s sword before collapsing to the floor. The rot’s progress slowed to a stop, as it needed living flesh to spread. Though, it had destroyed most of his arm and torso before stopping. Another minute, and the former assassin leader would’ve been dead anyway.

Quain watched as Saul killed Evaen, savoring the sight. Evaen had been a threat for a while, even if he hadn’t actually acted on it. It was nice to be rid of him. And, nicer still to have a willing soldier to take care of her enemies.

She softened her expression as Saul turned back to her, nodding. A quick glance around revealed that the last survivors of the feral crowd had fallen as well. It was truly done. The battle finished.

Quain turned her gaze to Saul, admiration in her eyes. She then walked toward him, admiration becoming more. She knew what he wanted, could feel it in his thoughts and see it in his posture. And, she knew what she wanted. She wouldn’t be waiting any longer.

She just had to remember to retrieve her beloved dagger before they left. Then, once they were away from the massacre, Quain would craft up a story to explain her knife-throwing skills. But, that was for later.

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Saul snarled out loud at the hissed response. He missed the strangled croak and gave the dead man no dignity, merely letting his body drop to the floor.

The look on Quain’s face was far too soft for the scene that surrounded her. But with the death and carnage and rot, she was a beacon of heavenly beauty. The Specialist felt his need for her grow, evidence of it becoming more prominent by the second.

She walked toward him, and Saul immediately dropped his blade. Solely focused on her, he made his way back through the room, stepping around lifeless bodies until he got to her.

Immediately he took her hips in his calloused hands and pulled her roughly against him. He pressed himself against her leg, nearly groaning at the feel of it. To hell with dancing around what he wanted. Saul needed to let the woman in his grip know just how desperate he was for her body and the pleasure they could bring from each other.

He lowered his face beside Quain’s and spoke in her ear with a low timbre that was enough to have any submissive woman melting in his hands.

“Can you feel me, Quain?” he growled deeply. “Tell me you desire me as badly as I desire you. I need you.”

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Quain watched Saul as he stared at her, sensing and seeing the multiple signs of his growing desire for her. It was quite inspiring actually, and she had to quickly suppress a moan.

Then, as she approached him, she watched his sword fall to the ground. That only fueled the burning need in her, and it continued to grow as Saul made his own way to her.

His rough grasp on her hips brought a loud gasp from Quain, and it was all she could do to keep from shoving him down and having her way with him right then. Though, his tease, his delightful tease, gave her other ideas.

A soft moan poured from Quain’s lips as he growled in her ear. If she were a submissive woman, she would’ve been begging for him in utter desperation at his tone. But, she wasn’t. Instead, she swayed her hips against him teasingly, moaning as she did.

“Oh… Oh, I feel you. I need you. I crave you. But, I can’t help asking this before we proceed… Shall I dance for you?”Quain breathed in his ear, her tone oozing with an invitation.

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(Jumping to the PM ;)