Shadow's Ascendance

After we left the gym, the whole way back to the apartments all Ivana could do was talk about how amazing Nicolas was. If I knew a spell that would stop my own ears from working, by the Gods I would have cast it in a heartbeat. I mean, I did know a spell that would silence her, but I figured that would be in poor taste and definitely would not lead to a trustworthy relationship –of any kind. Although, if it meant not having to hear for the umpteenth time how strong Nicolas was or how well versed he was in all sorts of weapons…

All I wanted was to get home and heat myself up some leftover stew and then pass out from exhaustion, maybe pet Cat a little bit if she would let me. Normally, after a workout like the one I had, I would be able to appreciate the nighttime, and how the air helped cool me off after I had sweated for over an hour, and how good my clothes felt after I had taken a quick shower (have to hand it to Nicolas, the extra money he put into installing a shower totally justifies the increase in monthly dues, no doubt) and changed out of the exercise outfit; but no, instead I was stuck next to an infatuated half-Orc who kept going on and on about someone whom I actually used to like, but now wanted to punch in the face. Repeatedly.

“…and then, he lifted me up to show me how I should be striking downward if I had the advantage of height in a fight, and I don’t think I’ve ever been lifted before, and…Detective, Detective are you even listening to me?” Ivana asked me in a huff as she walked next to me down the street, managing to keep up with my brisk pace. As if I could outrun her voice, I chastised myself morosely.

“Oh yes, I was listening to how amazing Nicolas is, and how strong he is, and how you just want to fall to your knees and…worship him. See? I’m listening,” I tossed over my shoulder to her. Just one more city block, I reminded myself, just one more city block.

Sniffing haughtily, Ivana said derisively, “I should have known that you would be jealous of a man like Nicolas, Detective. After all, it’s not like you have such a great track record lately, and Nicolas, well…” she smiled and gazed off to the side dreamily, and I finally snapped, spinning around and pointing my finger at her.

“Oh yes, let’s bring up who’s had the best week, shall we? Say, I know, let’s go back and tell Nicolas how you murdered an old Dwarf who was tied up and got banished from your people, shall we? I wonder how he would look at you knowing that you’re a killer.”

Immediately after saying it I regretted it, but my temper had gotten the best of me once again. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes, but she braced herself and leaned forward towards me, biting off every word she said. “Yes, let’s! And while we’re at it, how about we tell him that you still haven’t caught a murderer that’s been killing for over a century, one who almost slaughtered my entire caravan! How about that? You think you’re so perfect…”

Snarling, I interrupted her before she could continue. “Hey! I never claimed to be perfect, not like somebody we know! Yeah, that’s right, you! You walk around like your shit don’t stink but let me tell you, sister, it sure does!” I realized I was practically shouting by this point, but honestly could give a fuck less if anyone heard us. Thankfully, most people were either home by this hour or out in the Entertainment District, so there was no one on the street to hear us and pretend that they didn’t. Which was good, for them that is. Me, I was just looking for an excuse to get up in somebody’s face and knock them out. Not healthy, but there it is.

Hissing like a scalded cat, Ivana stepped forward and began poking me in the chest. “Sister, ha! I sure hope you don’t look at your sister the way you look at me! I’ve seen you, undressing me with your eyes, running your gaze over each of my curves.” And to emphasize her point, she ran her hands down from the sides of her breasts over her hips and down her thighs. Angry as I was, that drew my gaze and I watched as her nipples hardened through her blouse and her cheeks became flushed. “Don’t act like you don’t want me, Detective, because we both know you do. What it comes down to is, are you going to be an Orc about it, or are you going to be a Human?” She stood there under a steam-powered street light, breathing heavily as if she had just ran a mile, and I thought that I had never seen someone so beautiful and so desirable as her before in my life. So, I decided to show her I could be an Orc about it.

I grabbed her by the shoulders and practically slammed her against the nearby wall, pressing my mouth to hers in a ferocious kiss. This was my first time kissing someone else with tusks like me, and it was an interesting experience, to say the least. One of her tusks cut my upper lip, and I know that one of mine cut hers also. But, unlike with other partners I’d had where I’d immediately apologize, it seemed to be accepted that we would do this to each other, and that it was good. Passion shouldn’t be mild and timid; it should be wild and animalistic.

Coming up for air, she stared into my eyes, and I could see her hunger for me in them just as mine for her was reflected in me. I was a bit startled when she pushed me away only to spin me around and slam my back against the wall. She undid her blouse and pressed her naked breasts against my chest as she began to kiss me once more. A small part of me, the officer part, warned that public indecency –which included sex- was an offense warranting arrest; the rest of me shouted that part down while I groped Ivana’s breasts and rubbed her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Moaning, she didn’t stop kissing me, which I was damn grateful for.

Since her hands were free, I felt her unbuckling my belt and starting to shove my pants down. Now, I’m all for the heat of the moment, but there was no way I was going to have this fiery and sexy half-Orc right out here on the street; instead, I gave off paying such close attention to her breasts (only for the moment) and lifted her up. She gave a small squeak, but began to chuckle throatily after she realized what I was doing. I carried her into the nearby alleyway, which was dark since the light from the steam-lamp didn’t reach here. With our thermal vision, we didn’t need something so trivial as light anyway.

With a husky voice, I told her, “Now you can take them off,” and giggling slightly, she pushed my pants down to the alleyway floor. Since I was still holding her aloft, she couldn’t get her skirt out of the way, so reluctantly I put her down. Moving quickly, she bunched her skirt up around her waist and yanked off her small clothes. I knew that sometimes women needed some foreplay before they were ready, so I paused for a second.

Reaching out and caressing my hardness, Ivana purred. “No worries, umbak, I am very wet and very ready. We can do foreplay later on; right now, I just need this,” and here she pulled me close to her by tugging on my shaft, “deep inside me. Thankfully, you’re big enough for the job. So, how about it?” she panted out.

“I live to serve, ma’am,” I growled out, and lifted her up by holding onto her perfect ass. She squealed in delight, but that soon turned to moans as she held onto my neck with one hand and guided me inside her with the other. It took quite a few bounces to really get all of me in, but eventually I was embedded within her warm embrace, and she was giving little gasps of pleasure as I pushed her against the alleyway wall and used my leverage to thrust into her.

With previous lovers, I would make sure to be firm but gentle with them. Eyes closed with delight, Ivana whispered, “You won’t break me, Jonas. So, give it to me like we both know you want to.” Hearing that was all the permission I needed, and I gave a rough thrust that could have driven her through the wall. All she did was moan out and thrust back at me, letting me know I didn’t have to hold anything back She let go of my neck to offer up her breasts to me, and I stooped my neck to take each nipple between my lips, sucking and nibbling between each thrust I made.

Now, I wish I could say that I pounded her for an hour, but unfortunately that was not the case; it had been a very long time between lovers, after all. And as much as I wanted to impress her, when she began to bite my shoulder to muffle her howls as she had ran her nails up and down my back (when had she taken my shirt off?) and I felt her start to throb and pulse…well, that was all she wrote. Not wanting to make any more noise than we already were, I bit the side of her neck to stifle my bellows as I released all that pent-up frustration and desire deep inside her, my thrusts eventually starting to taper off slowly until I finally stopped.

Taking her teeth off of my shoulder (which would have a really nice bruise, but was totally worth it), she kissed me passionately, biting my tongue and lips as I returned the kiss intensely. “That,” she panted out, “was amazing, and totally worth the jealousy I put you through.” She licked her lips, and the tiny amount of blood on her tongue from my mouth was so erotic. If this was how sex between half-Orcs always was, I don’t know if I could ever go back to sleeping with anyone else again.

Something dawned on me. “Wait a second, umbak, did you say that you made me jealous on purpose?” Mixed emotions warred inside of me upon realizing that.

Giggling slightly, and motioning for me to put her down so she could straighten out her clothes, she reached into her belt pouch and pulled out a rag and proceeded to clean her nether region whilst talking softly to me. “Of course! You didn’t really think I would go for someone like Nicolas, do you? Besides, as strong as he is, he doesn’t have that…burning fire inside of him like you do. He would probably perform adequately, but he wouldn’t be as ferocious with me as you were.” Seeing the look on my face, Ivana laughed quietly and, after throwing the rag off to the side, reached up to pull my head down for a kiss. Upon releasing me, she looked into my eyes and simply said, “You’re not mad at me, are you Jonas? How else was I going to get you to make a move on me?”

Actually, I wasn’t sure what I was, but I realized that I could either hold onto a stupid grudge, or I could let it go. Little Jonas was quite adamant about the latter option, and I agreed with him. Before I answered her, I created a spark with a snap of my fingers and launched it at the rag, incinerating it until within seconds it was just a pile of ash. With a mock growl, I pulled her close and kissed her before biting her lower lip when I let go. “I should pull you over my knee and give you a spanking for that, Miss Ivana.”

Gazing up at me with a twinkle in her eyes, she put her hand on her chest and gasped out in protest. “Detective Jonas! What kind of woman do you take me for?”

“The best kind; one that can take it as well as give it,” I shot back. Something occurred to me, and I suddenly became really self-conscious. “In the heat of the moment, I didn’t have time to put on…that is, what I’m trying to say…”

Even though she could have let me swing in the wind for a bit longer, Ivana rescued me from my embarrassment, laughing with me and not at me. “Don’t worry, Jonas, I have been taken an herbal remedy for a few days now that prevents conception. It’s something us women have been doing for millennia. You have nothing to concern yourself with.”

“Oh, OK, that’s good. Not that I’m opposed to one day having children, you understand, but I’m relieved anyway.” I stammered out my response. This time, she was laughing at me.

“Jonas,” when she finally wound down, “it was just fucking. It doesn’t mean we are pledged to each other for life. Don’t put the cart before the horse. For now, let’s just go back to the apartment and see if we can’t drive your cat away with some caterwauling of our own.”

“That sounds like a stellar evening to me,” I said, smiling down at her. Reaching out, I took her hand in my own, and we walked out of the alley and headed the rest of the way towards home. She put her head on my upper arm as we strolled, and as much as I wanted to get her into her bed and have a repeat performance of the alleyway, this was so wonderful that I was in no hurry to get there. It’s like she said, let’s not rush into anything and just enjoy the moment for what it is. There would be enough time to fret about the future later on. For tonight, I wasn’t a Detective and a partner, I wasn’t worried about chasing down leads or capturing the ‘bright man’, I wasn’t dreading the talk I knew I would have to have soon with Mama Crea. Tonight, I was only an umbak, and that was enough for me.