by Jay Aury
His fingers left her now steaming box. She felt the swelling tip of his shaft against her, rubbing against her lower lips, gathering the juice of her arousal. She panted, bucking with need. “Tease,” she groaned.
“True. But there’s just something about seeing you so flushed and needy that gets me going,” Alistair breathed.
For a moment Audra was so flustered at the sincerity of his voice she could only stammer. Then his lips locked with hers again, and he pushed inside her.
She moaned, doubts vanishing, arching a little as his cock filled her hot depths. She knew this at least! She keened, pressing her full, generous breasts against his chest as he filled her needy pussy. She keened softly as he hilted. Then he pulled back, and she exhaled.
They rocked together, him fucking her with a leisurely grace that she yearned for. Both of them knew the stakes of their lives. That every mission could be their last. Theirs was a professions heavy with risk. Yet neither shirked it. It was unspoken. As intimately understood as how Alistair knew how to stroke her heaving breasts to make her moan. How she knew where to nibble on his shoulder to make him grunt.
Perhaps it was this certain understanding that made Audra’s head spin with pleasure. Or perhaps the dangers they’d been through. The Market ship, Capria Eisen, Victor von Hammerstein. Death or worse had been only just averted by each other’s presence and skills. Her heart throbbed with an aching need for him. To know, in a world of uncertainty and a profession that promised nothing but danger, that she knew him. For all his disguises, she could trust him not to leave her bereft. She knew such a trust was foolish. Against everything her grandfather had taught her over the years.
But she knew, somehow, that he would also approve. A spy she may be. The Vixen might be her codename. But she was Audra Antoinette as well. A woman, and he was a man. She rocked against him with greater urgency. Her breath came in rasping gasps. She was close. Closer still as she felt him respond, increase his pace.
“Oh God,” Audra gasped, tasting him on her lips. “Oh God. Oh fuck. C-umming. Cumming!”
She cried out, her curvy frame arching beneath him. Alistair groaned as he stiffened. Her orgasm raced through her, her inner walls squeezing his cock. She felt his cock pulse, the sudden shock of the heat of his seed. Audra crooned with pleasure, her head lolling, her breath heaving from her.
She came down slowly. Alistair softened inside her. His hips moved lazily, drawing himself out of her. But he kept going in other ways, his head coming to rest on her breast. She looked down, and her breath deepened further as she saw the molten lust in his eyes. His tongue swirled on the peak of her nipple making her gasp. Then he lowered his head, his lips locking on to her tender teat.
“Oooooh fuuuuuck,” Audra moaned, throwing back her head. His hands massaged her breasts lazily, molding them in his strong grasp. Not even on the Isle of Mambo, her tits swollen with hormones and being played with by the ditzy slut Maxine did she feel so sensitive. So needy for the touch of another.
“Oh fuck. Alistair. Oh fuuuuck.”
His teeth grazed her nipple. She gasped, hips bucking, head spinning. She grabbed his head, rubbing her damp thighs together as she pulled him into her tender teat.
“Alistair. Alistair! I… I… Nnnnn!”
She bit her lip hard as her thighs trembled and another orgasm ripped through her. Less intense than before, but longer lasting. And he didn’t even touch her pussy this time. The realization heated her face as he lifted his lips from her breast.
“Two for one,” he said with a smirk.
She flushed again, waves of heat rolling through her. “You ass.”
“Would you like my tongue there next?”
She laughed throatily. “Oh you would like that.”
“I like kissing you anywhere.”
Audra swallowed thickly, a different heat blooming through her chest. She glanced about for a distraction from the sensation, eyes at last locking on to the tray he’d brought in with him. “What’s in the tray?”
He glanced that way, his smirk widening. “Oh. A little something extra for you.”
“Well don’t keep me waiting,” she said, swatting at him.
He chuckled and drew up from her, his body moving with the fluid certainty of a hunting cat. Audra watched him, trying to ignore how cold the room seemed without the heat of his body against her. He lifted the domed lid of the tray and brought out a squeeze bottle.
“Cream?”
“Oil. I thought you might enjoy it. You seemed to after castle Hammerstein.”
“That was for my whip marks.”
“And this is just for you. Turn over.”
Audra grinned as she rolled over, her tender teats pressing into the bed under her. She glanced coyly over her shoulder as Alistair lathered up his hands in the oils, climbing onto the bed atop her legs. He leaned forward, pressing his hands into her shoulders.
“Ooooh,” Audra crooned as his dexterous fingers massaged her back. She rubbed herself against the bedding as the friction of his hands heated up the oil. “That’s good.”
“I know a few tricks,” Alistair said as his hands slipped down her back.
“I bet,” she breathed. The heat of the oil seemed to seep through her, and the strong, tender touch of his hands sent a renewed ache of need through her. She’d been under the care of a master masseuse before. One time she’d gone to a Japanese massage parlor every day for a week in order to catch a glimpse of a mark and plan the resulting assassination. That session hadn’t had a happy ending for him.
And as Alistair’s hands wandered lower, digging into her lower back before sliding along the firm globes of her ass, she had a feeling this one would.
“Mmm. Right there. Really dig it in,” she breathed.
“Oh?” Alistair said. “Like this.”
“Mmmnnn! Yesss,” Audra groaned, her breath deepening as his fingers worked into the firm flesh of her bum. She nuzzled the pillow in an attempt to find some outlet for the sensations racing through her, her eyes lidded as he massaged her rump, thumbs digging slow, wonderful circular motions into her flesh.
“Oh fuck. Yes. Just like that. Ah!” she gasped as he suddenly slid his thumbs up along the crease of her bum. “Mmmmmnnnn…” she groaned, breath hitching as his hands parted her cheeks again, fingers going a little deeper, the heat throbbing through her rear as he neared her wrinkled hole.
She glanced over her shoulder, her blonde hair bouncing around her neck and cheek. She gave her rump a little twitch, pushing it against his hands. “Deeper,” she breathed.
Alistair chuckled. “Alright,” he said, squirting some more oil onto his hands, only for him to rub it onto his rock hard cock. “I think I can do that.”
“I think so too,” she said, and was surprised her breath didn’t steam in the air as she rolled back onto her knees, pressing her firm derriere against him. He patted her ass fondly, soft flesh jiggling as he stroked it once more before his hands looped back to her crack. He parted the firm globes of her rear. Her breasts rose and fell raggedly as his cock rubbed her tight back door.
And pushed.
“Mnnnnn!” Audra moaned, lashes fluttering as he pushed inside of her. Her tight rump flexed lazily, but the massage had soothed her tight muscles, and lubed by the hot oil, with only a little more effort he pushed inside of her. “Ooooh…”
“When do we leave?” Alistair asked, beginning to slowly thrust.
“Ah. Nnn. T-tomorrow. One o’clock,” Audra panted.
“Hmm. Not much time. Might have to go easy so you can sit down on the helicopter.”
“Oh don’t you dare,” Audra panted, shoving her rear back until his cock was hilted inside her. “Ahhh… You better fuck me raw you bastard.”
He chuckled, a thick sound. His hips drew back and pistoned forward, plunging himself inside her. Audra arched, gasping. “Ahhhh!” she screamed as his pace increased, thrusting inside of her tight backdoor with increasing abandon. She fucked back against
him, breasts swaying beneath her. “Oh. Oh fuck! Oh fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck me Alistair! Fuck my slutty ass! Fuck me until it’s… ah… it’s gaping around your cock! Fill me with your cum! Ah! Ah! Fuck meeeee!”
Alistair pounded her rear. His hands tightened on her, squeezing her ass until she cried out. She slid a hand under her, finding her wet gash, still slick with their mingled cum. Ass in the air, face pressed to the bed, fingers buried in her cunt, she keened and moaned. “Fuck me Alistair! Oh yes! Fuck! Yes! Fuck meeeee!”
Her tight depths squeezed him. Alistair groaned, bucking. His hands suddenly clenched, near painful, a pain that only sharply accented the wondrous feeling as his cock pulsed and he came inside of her. A ragged moan escaped her as her pussy convulsed around her finger, cum drooling onto the sheet under her as her ass tightened around his shaft as if desperate to never let him leave.
Her orgasm bled away with wonderful, aching slowness. She groaned, pushing herself forward until she lay prone on the bed. Alistair’s cock slipped free of her ass despite all those inner muscles efforts to keep it in. He lay next to her, and she rolled onto her side, pressing her rear against his crotch, her oiled back to his chest.
His arms moved around her, pulling her against him. She sighed, a sound so soft, so relaxed it surprised her. But she was too exhausted to care. Emotionally and physically. Her eyes slid lazily shut, and the last thing she felt before sleep settled on her was the quick beat of her heart as his lips tenderly kissed her neck.
Into the Jungle
Three days later, hunching in the shadows of dangling fronds, Audra still felt the subtle ache in her rear.
She shifted with a mild grimace and lifted the goggles to her eyes.
Instantly the world took on the green hue of night vision. The choking greenery of the jungle leaped into hazy relief as she scanned the outcrops, slowly focusing on the villa’s walls.
It was a large structure. Built into the hill, it rose on a terrace to overlook the jungle and the lazy twisting river. The walls were tall and stuccoed, but the place still had a slight look of neglect. Ivy clung to the cracked white outer walls, a single large gate overlooking a dirt road leading in. Inside the compound floodlights glowed, illuminating swathes of the grounds. Even as she watched, the heavy gates opened, a truck with a ribbed canvas back trundling up the path grinding to a stop as several guards fanned out and searched it.
Audra trained her binoculars higher and grimaced with a grim satisfaction. Atop the main building she spotted an array of spindly steel arms. Rader. It had been unlikely they had it, but Audra had insisted on caution, having the pilot put down leagues from the estate and approaching on foot. Alistair was dubious, but she’d been adamant. Never assume your enemy’s resources, her grandfather had taught her years ago.
And she wouldn’t assume anything where ARM was involved.
Audra grimaced as she swept the goggles over the rest of the compound, taking in guard towers and the men within. ARM. She hadn’t asked Raphael when he’d returned from his meeting to properly ream her tight backdoor. She didn’t trust the old smuggler that much. Certainly not now that she knew he had dealings with them.
Yet he’d helped her infiltrate their ship, had covered for her right in the face of Sylvester Sterling, so there was more there than met the eyes. Still. Best not to push it too much.
Audra lowered the goggles. “Thoughts?”
“That’s a better set up than any drug lord I’ve seen,” Alistair observed, squatting beside her. “They’re doing something in there. Something big. But we’ll have to get inside to see what it is.”
Audra nodded, glancing his way. It was a little hard. Even knowing where he was Alistair was hard to spot. He blended into the background as easily as a leopard in the wild.
Audra was less so. The black body suit she donned hugged her curves like a second skin with the added benefit of stifling any heat signature she gave off. It was Maxine’s design, the bimbo scientist from the Isle of Mambo. Brilliant young woman unfortunately fooled into turning those who came to the resort into little more than big titted air headed sluts. A fate that had almost been Audra’s. She still remembered the feeling of her breasts swelling. The mind melting hum of the headphones and swirling colours. The sensitivity that had brought her to orgasm with a mere slap to her shapely rear.
Audra shivered despite the heat, feeling her quim moisten against the tight fabric of her bodysuit. An awareness of Alistair’s muscular body so near at hand. No! Bad. Bad libido. Time for sex later. Infiltrating villa filled with armed men and who the fuck knew what else now. Besides, Maxine was safely on the straight and narrow now. Sort of. Audra had given the bimbo a hefty sum from her family coffers and a lab as an initial investment, one that had already paid healthy dividends. In the idle moments, her newest lover lying sated beside her, the warmth of post orgasmic bliss radiating through her, Audra sometimes wondered why, with her family fortune, she bothered with the spy game. But, then, she supposed, she was never built for the quiet life of a wealthy heiress, idling her time on beaches and foreign shores. If she hadn’t been before, her grandfather and his stern teachings had certainly prepared her for a life far removed from such decadent idles.
She lifted the binoculars back to her eyes, peering at the sprawling villa. “Won’t be easy. That’s a lot of guards on the grounds.”
“True. Any ideas?”
Audra tapped her fingers on the goggles. “Maybe. Only…”
“Only what?”
“How good are you at swimming?”
Infiltration
The water clung to her body making her movements sluggish. Not a pleasant memory considering her recent swim in Corsica, though what had come after had been rather more pleasant. She swam slowly through the waters, barely daring a ripple as she slipped around the wall and to the drain running through the bottom. She gripped the bars and carefully lifted herself out of the water, peering at the shore and upper wall while Alistair produced a pair of bolt cutters.
“Let’s be quick,” she murmured.
“I am being quick,” Alistair muttered as he worked.
Audra bit her lip tensely, watching for any sign of alarm Alistair snapped off the bars of the grate. At last it came free with a dull thunk and Alistair pulled it away, and together they slipped through the drain and under the walls.
A wide plaza lay within. Tiled floors sprawled from the main building of the villa, its lavish Spanish style a thing of beauty even in the deep Brazilian night. A garden stretched from the pool to the main buildings, the shapes of guards in their towers silhouettes in the occasional flick of the spotlights. Careful as she dared Audra pulled herself out of the waters, Alistair following suite.
Audra took a moment to shake the worst of the water from her, then she dashed quietly across the plaza, leaving only the faintest hints of her passing on the tiles.
Footsteps warned her. Quickly, Audra ducked behind some bushes, just peeking out enough to see what was happening.
Two men walked into the garden. One was a tall, stern looking Brazilian man with the scarred face of a perpetual brawler. The other was… Audra squinted. No. It wasn’t just the light. That man was definitely green. He had a pendulous head that rose out of his collar on a thin neck. His body was lean. Almost emaciated, and he was dressed in a dark lab coat with his arms clasped behind his back. His eyes were lidded and sleepy, and frequently he yawned, fanning his mouth.
“Everything is to your satisfaction, Krauss?” the scarred man asked.
The green man bobbed his head. “Ja. Ja. All is going vell… No problems.”
“And the materials?”
“All unloaded. Danke schön. How are ze men? Zey are… hmm… Shaping up vell?”
“Well enough. We’ve had a few problems with degradation.”
Krauss shrugged again his thin shoulders. “Ja… Zey vill...” He yawned again. “Hmm… Zere may be some problems… Certain vorkings of ze mind and… things… I had best see vat… c
an be done...”
Again the thin man yawned. Audra exchanged a glance with Alistair as the pair vanished around a bend. He nodded towards them, and she returned it. He clasped her hand, gave it a reassuring squeeze, and then he was gone, gliding like a shadow along after the two and their passage through the garden, towards the main gate.
Gone, Audra felt strangely vulnerable. She knew it was necessary. That whatever the pair were discussing doubtless concerned whatever was going on in the strange place. But nonetheless, the world felt a little colder without him beside her.
Which was stupid, of course. She hadn’t known Alistair until recently. She tried to shake the feeling away, but when that didn’t work, decided to resolutely ignore it as she slipped further across the garden and to the main building and another locked door.
Audra plugged a reader into the door’s automatic lock, the code breaker humming in her hands until the door clacked open. She eased it open, peering inside. No one. With a last glance back, she slipped into the estate.
Side Mission
Alistair followed apace, quiet as could be. They moved out of the garden and onto the main road across the estate. A number guards stood at attention, their faces shadowed by the helmets as the spotlight flicked over them. Alistair hung back, cursing, but not daring to cross the open ground. He needed to get closer…
He spotted a guard doing his rounds. He smirked. Ah. Opportunity knocked. Slipping back behind the entrance to the gardens, he gave a short whistle. The patrolling guard paused, looked his way, eyes narrowing as he tried to see.
Alistair listened to the man’s footsteps approach. He crouched among the foliage, all but invisible. As the man rounded the corner he peered about warily. As he turned, Alistair rose from the grass and yanked him into the garden.