The Woman In Him

Something that prompted my move here for my more mature work. Starring two of my own characters, from a much larger series.

Frej Kiel stepped off of the supersonic train. Damn trip took nearly an hour. Oh well, he was here...Aspadana, was it? A beautiful city...Though it had it's underbelly, as did Hong Kong and Tokyo. Hell the place almost reminded him of an Asian city. Very sleek, and very modern.

 

He looked down down at the mission on his sleeve, smiling to himself. A female agent, in of all places, Persia. If there was one thing Frej loved, it was visiting Persia again. Hmmm, her name was Fiona. Pretty name, though sadly he'd have to refer to her as Lilith the entire time. And she would know him, as K.

 

-Δ-

 

He walked into the club, a smile glazing his features. Belly dancing? An almost ancient art, once forgotten by the people, but picked up stronger then ever. It was a hell of a lot more alluring then the average talentless stripper in this place.

 

He took his place at the bar, ordering himself a Greek brandy. The first of three women sidled in front of them, their heavy eyeliner clashing with the transparent veils on their faces. He licked his lips, as the first slid in front of him, her hips shimmying, the thong showing through her thin skirt. He smiled, and let a coin fall to the stage, and the girl spun quickly, picking up the coin. Gold...Not often seen in these parts.

 

“Sir?” A voice spoke behind him, and he turned. “These ladies were nearly already done...But our main lady is coming. Would you like to take one of these ladies upstairs?”

 

Frej waved a hand. “I'll pass. I'm more interested in your main woman.” A smile lit up his lips, and the server nodded.

 

He sat, as the other three women went to the back. He rubbed his goatee, sipping the drink, the liquid burning his throat. It was only a matter of time. He knew she was a good dancer...But exactly how good? He fingered a coin between his finger, smiling. Cards and bills were boring; the Persians definitely had the right idea.

 

-Δ-

 

She sidled out, a sly smile on her face. It wasn't the best job, but it was a hell of a lot of fun, and something her mother could agree with. She let a leg step forward, resting the ball of her foot on the stage. The breeze from the heavy air conditioners let out a draft, and she took another step, her smile widening, as the room erupted in cheers. Sometime, she was going to have to visit the male revue across town. It had to be fun to cheer at a body like this...

 

“Bring it out, woman!”

 

“Get off the stage, lard a*s!”

 

“More of the pooty tang!”

 

She shook her head, smiling at the usual shouts of catcalls and insults she heard every day. Yeah, so she had a bit of a gut, so what? It never bothered her. Still...it'd be fun. She let her hips sway forward, taking another step, as the music slipped from traditional Persian music to trance. She leapt forward, landing on a single hand, her skirt coming down around her chest, eliciting another round of screams and cheers. The stage was littered with coin, and she grinned, leaping back to her feet, keeping her flexible hips moving to the tone of the speedy music.

 

She smiled, slipping the pair of tessen from the stage, spreading the metal blades wide. One covering her face, and the other near her hips, she spun, taking a deep breath of air. She froze suddenly, as her eyes caught site of a tall, well built man sitting in the very front of the stage, a wry smile playing on his features. He lifted a fist slightly off the table, his other hand slapping the table.

 

It was him, Frej Kiel. It was about f*****g time too. The audience stopped their cheers, as she nodded quickly, sliding her hips quickly, letting one of the aluminum fans cover her a*s, the other over her top, which was threatening to fall off.

 

-Δ-

“You do a damn good show, if you don't mind me saying so.” Frej...Or K, as she would have to call him, sat, in the silent room. He licked his lips, looking around. “Isn't this the room for more...special contacts?”

 

“Tch, this is a bit more of a cover job for me. I enjoy the hell out of it. And...Well, it is, but not for me. I choose my partners. By the way, watch where you're stepping, I don't think Ms.Aleh cleaned up after herself. Some of her people have some f*****g weird fetishes. Now...Mr. Ki-”

 

He cut her off, shaking his head fiercely. “Finish that word, and you'll have me killed the moment I hit the street. As for you, Ms. Vaziri...Or Lilith...Or Nellie Martinez, whatever you want to be called.” He grinned.

 

“You can call me Fiona.” She pulled up her skirt slightly, and stared down at him. “So, what do you have for me?”

 

“Long story. Essentially, we have a lead on a big shipment leaving India now, and heading for Mongolia...It doesn't leave for a week, so we've got some time to kill. Our mole is already embedded, and we'll be well supported once we get there.” He smiled, as she let the words wash over her, the thick accent adding to his stark voice.

 

“Well then, we've got time to kill. So, if you don't mind me asking, what were you doing at this place so early?”

 

-Δ-

 

She took him in her arms, his lips pushing against his. He was taken aback, as she pushed him down onto the couch. “If you're going to say we have free time, then we're going to burn some f*****g time. Good way, don't you think?”

 

“Beautiful idea, sweetheart...But, er, I don't have any...”

 

“Don't worry, I'm clean...And sterile, for that matter.” She waved a hand, the lights coming on, her top sliding off of her chest. His mouth watered at the sight, and she grinned. “Now...Are you going to let me see you?” She sat, lighting a cigarette, as he stood, letting his pants fall to the floor. She let out a long cloud of smoke, as he grinned.

 

“Yeah...I've seen better.” She grinned, the lie flying pretty well. In all honesty, he was amazing, from the thick muscles in his arms, the hardened slat of his chest, down to his enormous penis, hanging flaccidly, but well sized.

 

“Well, you're not exactly perfect either, but I'll take what I can get.” He plucked the cigarette from her lips, taking a drag, and letting another cloud of smoke fill the room. He was pleased with the agent though. Well built and curvy, she had a bit of a paunch belly, but it underlined the strength of the tight muscles under her skin.

 

She quickly leapt over his head, one hand pressed to his neck, the other taking his chest, rolling a hardened n****e through her finger. “You'll damn well take what you can get.” She let go of his neck, letting her hand slide to his penis, taking it in her hand. She pumped slowly, her lips tracing shapes on his neck, his own hand reaching for her bare a*s, squeezing the cheek.

 

His thick shaft started to harden in her grasp, as she moved. She let out a gasp, as one of his fingers slid inside of her womb, his thumb pressed firmly against her anus. She growled, rubbing the engorged head, as he slid out the finger, finding her c**t in her folds, as his thumb sank into her anus. She bit her lip, reaching between his own legs, tickling his own puckered hole.

 

He hissed, as she dug the nail into his own anus, his c**k stiffening, and shooting thick stabs of spunk to the ground. He released her a*s, gaining his breath. She raised a brow as he licked his fingers, smiling deviously. She took him in her arms, and she let out a sudden gasp, as he lifted her leg, stabbing his thick c**k deep inside of her.

 

She glared at him, her teeth bared. “Mr K...I do believe I have some control here, too.” She pushed him onto the couch, holding his arms, and sat on top of him, his still engorged prick sliding deep inside of her. She closed her eyes, letting her hips find the right spot, as he reached up, taking her breasts in his hands, pinching the long n*****s.

 

He could feel her walls starting to contract around him, and he licked his lips, sitting up suddenly, his teeth sinking into her hyper sensitive n****e. She let out a scream, and pushed him off of her, digging her nails into his chest. He let out a shout, as he exploded inside of her, the seed leaking out of her and back onto him.

 

She smiled deviously. “You're pretty good.”

 

He shook his head. “I'm better then you think.” He took the cigarette from the ashtray, relighting it, letting a long puff float into the air.

 

“So you think.” She shook her head, tapping the bottom of his hand, and cleanly catching the cigarette between her fingers. She took another long drag, snuffing it out. “These'll kill you, you know.”

 

“In my profession, I'm going to die before that time comes, I think.” He stood, quickly, taking her arms, curling his leg around hers and pinning it down. “And like I said, I'm better then you think.” He licked his lips, as he pushed her to the ground, staring at the dark flesh of her a*s.

 

“You don't have to hold me down to fu-” She let out a gasp, as he released her arms, spreading her a*s, his tongue burying itself inside of her anus. She stared down, noticing him stroking his hard-on with his semen. She grounded her teeth, and smiled to herself. There'd be a chance of her own.

 

She let out a scream of surprise and pain, as he stood up, the bulbous head of his dick penetrating her puckered anus, burying the shaft deep inside of her. She let out a gutteral shout, as he began to move deep inside her sensitive hole, the pleasure and pain culminating as one. She pawed at the ground, breathing hard, as he pulled back, and pushed forward, his hands massaging her sensitive petals.

 

He moaned, as he moved in and out of her tight, slippery hole, the pressure building already. He could feel her writhing underneath him, as he sawed in and out of her, and he smiled artfully, as he pinched her c**t. She screamed, loudly, as she felt the first waves of his hot cum exploding inside of her. She squeezed her eyes shut, as he slowly withdrew, feeling his spunk leave her anus, and slide down her legs. She took a deep breath, smiling as he wiped the sweat off of his brow, and whispered, “Mr. K, you are about to find out where I begin, and you end.”

 

His eyes widened, as she took his arms, sliding them into the handcuffs around the couch, kicking him over onto his belly, and sliding a bar between his legs. His eyes widened, as she grinned, standing in front of him, he unable to move, his a*s forced into the air. “It's my turn now...” She walked around him, smiling, as she slapped his a*s. “I'll be right back.”

 

-Δ-

 

Technology was wonderful, wasn't it? She certainly thought so. While the tech wasn't perfect, it was enough to give her the feelings, and the excitement...Of a man. She sat in the chamber. The effects only lasted for about 20 minutes, but it'd be long enough for what she needed it for. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, and smiling as she stood up, the phallus all hers...At least for the next twenty minutes. She bit her lip, using the sperm still inside of her, stroking the penis.

 

She stepped into the room, and his eyes widened as he noticed the large penis on her, larger then his own. The chains of the cuffs strained, and she smiled. “You are going to be good, Mr. K. At least I know you'll feel good.”

 

She knelt, licking her lips, spreading his hard buttocks, stroking her own phallus slowly. “So...Did I taste like this?” He let out a high-pitched gasp, as she slid her tongue into his puckered hole. She stood, sliding a hand between his hips, and taking his suddenly hard c**k into her hands, stroking slowly, as she pushed her own into him.

 

He let out a growl, as she penetrated him, sliding deep inside of him. “Fiona...”

 

She let out a gasp, the pleasure rippling through her, as his hot insides wrapped around her hard-on. His muscles gripped her hard, and she squeezed his own penis hard. She pulled back, and slammed back into him, letting out a moan.

 

“F**K ME!” His voice was loud, and gruff, as she pulled back, slamming deep inside of him again. She let out another moan, stroking his penis, and moving behind him, her hips pushing harder, and faster. She could feel the heat in his hard-on building, as she buried herself inside of him, letting out another moan. She bent over him, feeling his dick shoot rivulets of semen onto the floor, as she pushed one more time, his anus contracting around her penis.

 

His muscles went slack, as she exploded, the hot spunk shooting deep into him. She released his own dick, taking a deep breath, as she stood, releasing him from the shackles. He pushed the leg bar from between his legs, dripping her semen onto the ground. His a*s was on fire...But it was the most erotic experience he had ever felt.

 

He raised a brow, as her large penis dissipated, leaving her as she was before. She raised a brow, staring into his eyes. “Now who's the good one? I'd say you felt pretty f*****g good.”

 

He bit his lip, shaking his head. “I won't flatter you with a comment.” She laughed, taking another cigarette from the pack.

 

She took a deep breath, staring at the map still flashing on the wall. “Well...We killed some time, should we get going to India?”

 

He took her in his arms, grinning. “I'd say we still have some time to kill.”

 

Author's Note

Once again, be brutal. I know about most of the grammar errors and such, but feel free to let me know.

Reviews

[Ash Morgrimm]

pretty nice sex story, but where did she get her 'special gift' from?