6 Ebb and Flow - part 2

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Rose gasps loudly as you pin her to the wall, encasing her smaller frame under you.

"Bastard," she grips at your hair with a vice-like grip. "why-why do you have to be so tall?"

You ignore her in favor of getting her out of her skin-tight mesh outfit. She shivered as your hands trail under the sides of her breasts and run circles around her hips.

You growl irritably when you find no zipper.

So instead, you just tear it off.

The fabric gave way with a loud rip as you free her breasts to your hungry eyes.

"You fucking-" You shut her up by forcing your tongue down her throat.

Rose's legs encircle around you, pulling you flush against her, your hands following the smooth curve of her body.

Rose's breath hitches as you tighten your grip on her waist, hiking her up higher against the wall, exposing her neck.

She groans throatily as you leave a trail of bites and kisses down the column of her throat.

"Such a good girl," you breath against her lips as you grip her arms in one hand leaving her writhing and helpless to your ministrations.

You let out a grunt as she swivels her hips and drives you both to the ground.

"I am not your good girl," she casts off the rest of her mask letting her flow like a silver curtain over her face and staring down at you with lust-filled blue eyes.

She gyrates her hips on top of you even as she keeps your legs locked around you.

Her hands grip painfully at your locks to draw you into a vicious liplock.

Not to be outdone, you palm her breasts, pinching the pink nipples between your thumb and forefinger. She gasped into your mouth but her grip only tightened upon you.

So you twist.

She lets out a keening cry and her grip slackens just enough for you to flip both of you again, once again pinning her beneath you.

She pants loudly when your hand slides down to her crotch, bucking under you at the slightest touch.

Her pants were swiftly divested leaving no boundary between you and your prize. Her mouth parts into an o as you slip a finger into her.

"C-Cadmus," she moans and grabs at you as you curl the digit. You don't let up, as you feel her wetness spread over the length, you insert another, and another, setting a torturous pace slowly sawing at her entrance.

She writhes and bucks beneath you, pressing her core upward to entice you to speed up your pace, but you refuse, never breaking eye contact as you watch a haze of pleasure cloud over her sight.

She moans breathily and her eyes began to close. Then, you reached down and flicked her clit. She shrieked like a wounded animal, body shuddering under you and splattering all across the width of your hand.

She watched with dulled and hazy eyes as you bring the dripping finger to rub against her wet lips, you watch entranced as her tongue pokes out to follow the path you draw.

Rose clamps down on your finger as it slips into her mouth, tongue lashing against the digit languidly.

Her hands reach down to fumble with the buckle of your pants and you eagerly help her.

Her eyes widen fractionally when the length of your member falls upon the flat plane of her stomach.

You catch her lips again, holding her tightly as you lift her onto your lap.

She shakes in your grip when your length prods against her entrance. You grip at her hair pressing her tightly against you to swallow her mewls as you slowly slide in.

You both gasp in unison, she's like a vice around you, drowning you inside of her.

Rose presses her face into your neck as you slowly lift her and up and down upon your member. She moans and cries out with every movement, her hips soon meeting your progressively faster thrusts.

You bite back your groans as your force yourself out of her depths to continue. Your hands sliding down to grip at the flesh of her ass, the smooth and toned flesh giving way under your grip.

Rose smiled down at you, a little of that competitive fire returning to her eyes.

You roll both of yourselves back onto the ground, pinning her arms with one hand, while the other grips tightly at a breast.

Rose is a panting mess beneath you as you begin to thrust into her with wild abandon, her demands for more only spurring you on.

When you feel her walls tighten around you, an idea slips into your mind, and you purposefully slow your thrusts.

Rose's eyes are filled with anger and confusion as she reluctantly opens them.

"Why'd you stop?" she asked.

You don't respond only working your control of time to make every moment feel like hours, every second like days.

You want to her have nothing but the thought of you and this pleasure on her mind.

Your member scrapes against her entrance as you thrust into her again, her face flushes red and she pants loudly and her walls clenched down again.

"O-oh," she slurs out as the orgasm running through her system goes on for what amounts to hours. You pull at her locks, mashing your lips together even as she goes boneless underneath you.

"Please, please," she begs. "Let me finish, please."

"Then say it," you demand. She looks up at you with hooded, darkened eyes.

"I'm a good girl," she moans out wantonly

With a grunt, you let the currents unfurl.

She squeals loudly as her cunt clenches down upon you like a vice and her body seized up in the throes of ecstasy.

You barely restrain yourself from releasing then and there. Her chest rises and falls erratically and her eyes begin to close, clearly exhausted.

Unfortunately for her, you're just getting started. You flip her onto her front, pulling her hips backward and forcing her onto her hands and knees.

You plumb her depths once again, one hand gripping at her long locks and the other clutching at her hip.

She has no fight left in her and so you use her, thrusting into her without care and luxuriating in the sounds she makes sense you force her into orgasm.

Then, you bring your hand upon her ass and she seizes up like you shocked her. She turns to look at you angrily.

Then you do it again, and again and her resistance crumbles again under your onslaught.

She groans and cries out with each strike, her depths clutching at you desperately in time and her body shaking entrancingly as her cheeks ripple with each thrust.

Finally, your pace becomes frantic, and Rose slowly begins to realize it as well. She makes no protest or affirmation, head thrown back and eyes rolled over.

All rational thought leaves you, the only thing of concern is the woman underneath you and pushing yourself as far deep into her as humanly possible.

You press down on her neck, pinning her flat against the ground, forcing yourself over her, and driving forward.

The knot inside of you grows ever tighter with each thrust and you gasped painfully as it finally and excruciatingly comes undone.

Rose cries out your name as your seed fills her womb, and you groaned loudly into the curve of her neck as you slip bonelessly against her.

Rose incoherently nuzzles against you as you pull her onto your lap and you slowly smooth out her sweat-stained locks.

You finally give in to the heaviness of your eyes and drifted into the realm of dreams, carried forward by the rhythmic hum of Rose's heart beating in tune with your own.

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The first thing you feel when you return to the land of the living up is pain.

An overwhelming feeling of sparks and pinches that leaves the low light of the sun burning like a supernova against your eyelids and the gentle coolness of the room as cold as Antarctica.

Your head throbs like someone decided to run a railroad spike through it, bruises and soreness pulsate across your form as though you had been on the wrong end of a meteorite, and somehow through all of that, you could feel your cheek pulse painfully from a hand-sized mark upon it.

Is this what a hangover is supposed to feel like?

That's when you notice the naked and visibly angry Ravager towering over you like some blood-soaked Valkyrie right out of some Norse myth.

Of course, you focused on the latter part of the situation.

She, clearly wasn't, glaring down at you with burning cerulean blue eyes.

Feigning sleep, you watched bemusedly as she stormed around the empty warehouse in a huff, snatching up scraps of blue and orange cloth that were scattered around the room and in varying states of destruction.

It was a nice distraction from the pain, even when she rounded back on you.

"You ruined my uniform," she growled with all the ferocity of a big cat. The effect was ruined by how her assets moved vigorously with each step.

"You weren't complaining about it last night," you comment idly.

The knife slips past your ear, the edge just touching the flesh before clattering loudly against the stone as you tilt your head slightly away.

You stroke the tender skin with exaggerated concern.

"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

With the ruse up, you force yourself into a sitting position meeting your partner's enraged visage with all the calmness of a matador goading a charging bull.

"This isn't the time for jokes," she said coldly, shimmying into the tattered remains of her costume with all the prickled pride of a housecat forced to bathe.

"The bitch did something to us."

The bitch in question of course being Carissa Pontias, the supposed actress you were hired to save.

The events of the night return to you in a flurry of shattered figments. There was the Greek warrior who you...killed, the golden dust spiraling all around you as his body was reduced to ash.

Then there was Pontias herself, and of her, oh you could remember everything about her like was standing right in front of you.

Her emerald eyes, the silvery texture of her hair, the feel of her lips against yours, and the siren's song she whispered in your ear.

Even now, lust reared its ugly head at the very thought of her.

And after that, everything was drowned out in pink haze of lust and passion, drowning out all rational thought interspersed by visions of Ravager wantonly moaning your name as she writhed under you in the throes of ecstasy.

Her voice echoed in the confines of your mind like something out of your dreams, seductive, alluring, and unreachable in reality.

Each and every moment of the night is engraved into you and flits across your mind on endless repeat.

No matter what you do, how hard you concentrated, the visions returned, stronger and more tempestuous than ever.

Disgust and satisfaction wage a vicious war within you, clawing at the back of your mind and supplanting every thought with malicious glee.

Bile burns the back of your throat.

You had been subsumed by her magics, made into a puppet to dance to her tune, a plaything for her own amusement.

Your nails dig deep into the flesh of your palm.

Unnoticed to the both of you, a trickle of liquid gold drips silently onto the floor.

Ravager flinches when you shove your shirt into her hands.

"What, You don't expect to go outside like that, do you?"

She takes it begrudgingly while you go about strapping your own equipment.

Even a blind man could see the awkward tension between the two of you.

"Let's get going," the lion's mask settles comfortably over your face. "Don't want to keep Deathstroke waiting."

The return to Wilson and Family Contracting was a tense and thoroughly unpleasant drive.

Not only because the thoughts of Pontias continued to linger on the edges of your mind, but also because of Ravager.

And she was most definitely Ravager right now, there was no hint of Rose that you knew last night right now.

She stared directly at the road ahead, pointedly ignoring you, her knuckles were bone white from how tightly they held the steering wheel.

You couldn't tell if you heard gravel underneath the tires or that was just her teeth grinding together.

You found yourself cursing Selina for not going over the awkward morning-after talk.

Well, best to tear off the bandage.

"I don't regret what happened last night." You grip tightly to your seat when the car jerks suddenly.

"Do we really have to do this right now?" she ground out, pulling the car over.

"Would you rather we never address it and have whatever this is," You gesture at the space between you. "continue on for gods know how long?"

"It was an idea," she admits sourly.

"Not your best, clearly." Where did she get a knife from?

"What do you want me to say, Cadmus, hmm? That it was a great lay? That you rocked my world?"

"It wouldn't hurt." she pounds her palm loudly against the steering wheel.

"Arrgh, this is the problem, you never take anything seriously."

"I'm as serious as can be right now."

"You know what," she throws her hands up in exasperation. "just leave it, I don't want to talk about it right now."

You catch her wrist before she could restart the ignition.

"No, we're settling this. now." Ravager glares at you clutching the wheel so hard her knuckles are bone white.

"Let. me. go." Your grip doesn't budge.

"If I do, you'll shut down and Slade will sniff out something's wrong the moment he sees us."

"Oh and the fact that we're ten hours late won't tip him off?" She snarks.

You shrug carelessly. "Maybe, but I'm sure we can improvise something."

Ravager lets out what could only be described as the bastard offspring of a snort and a wet laugh.

A flicker of images passes over your mind's eye. A knife in Ravager's hands, her jumping out of her seat, and a very messy end for you in a spray of scarlet and gold.

It doesn't come to pass.

"Please," Ravager scoffs. "we're both precogs, give me a little credit."

Fair enough.

"So what now, Cadmus?" she asks. "do we talk about feelings? Hash out our relationship like we're in some after-school special? Maybe stop at a jeweler and buy some promise rings?"

Her voice rises with each word until she's shouting right in your face.

You suppress the urge to grab her by the neck and fuck her right over the seat, instead pick at your ear, waiting for the vibrating to subside.

"I was going to say we have a redo of last night." You say with a completely serious face.

Maybe you're a bit insane propositioning your partner, but no one has ever accused you of making the most logical of decisions.

She gives you a gobsmacked look, completely blindsided by your answer.

Another flicker of images passes over your vision.

The feel of warm flesh underneath you, Rose's breathless moans into the hollow of your ear, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat.

Ravager stiffens beside you like she was just shocked before slowly turning to face you.

You both stare at each other for an awkward eternity.

"Fuck it," she finally declares, climbing over the stand into your lap and dragging you into a tongue-filled kiss.

You eagerly answer in kind pulling her close as Ravager's hand fiddles with your belt.

"Be a good boy and rock my world, hmm?" she murmurs sultrily into your ear, nipping at the lobe.

You reach down and curl your fingers through the soft material of her uniform, tightly holding the flesh of her ass.

She yelps and cries out when you pull her down onto your length.

Swiftly recovering, Rose's hips roll to meet each of your thrusts.

Your lips mash against each other, each movement a war between the two of you, teeth digging into flesh, intent on nothing more than causing the other to hurt.

The rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the car along with your muffled groans and cries as her walls clench tightly around you.

Is this how you two are going to solve your issues, you wonder, fucking and tearing at each other until it's lost in the unending torrent of lust and pleasure?

Well, you're not going to be the one to complain.

And for those few moments, you don't worry about the future, only worried with your single objective of fucking Rose into a lust-drunk stupor.

It takes you an extra two hours to arrive back at Slade's.