6 comments/ 13724 views/ 6 favorites The Range By: EileenAndrews Sandy knew she had to do this; but god she didn't want to. She knew that firing a gun, or knowing how to fire a gun was going to be part of her job. If she wanted to be a police officer like her father, she had to bite the bullet and just do it. Sandy didn't care if she worked for the lunar patrol or if they shipped her off to some colony millions of light years away. But she knew she wanted off world. And to do that...she'd have to master her guns. It's not that she disliked guns. On the contrary, they fascinated her. From a distance. Sandy always felt if she needed a gun it was a sign of failure. Proof that she'd failed in containing the situation. An officer should rely on their brains, not their brawn, to solve a problem. Having spent the last year ferociously studying for prelims she'd neglected her training in firearms. So she signed up for a private lesson with the cadet range. Some poor flunky was going to get the pleasure of giving her first lesson. Sandy opened the door to the range and groaned. He was there. The last man on the planet she wanted teaching her how to fire a gun. Jacob Stanley. The biggest pain in the ass registered at the academy. If anyone could be accused of depending on his brawn instead of his brains it'd be Jacob. He was the storm in, make a mess, and figure out the rest later type. No capacity for subtlety and stealth. Not to mention the fact that he was dead sexy, knew it, and used it to his advantage in every potential scenario. He made her hot just looking at him. And it pissed her off, And here he was, working the training yard. Great. She was going to learn to shoot a gun with hard nipples. On the bright side, if anyone could teach her how to use a gun effectively it was probably this juice head. He stood there, firing off several rounds, his bulky arms barely shaking with the kickback. He stood a strong 6'4", towering over her slighter frame. He had a traditional solid round semiautomatic pistol in his hand, the empty shells flying out as he continually squeezed the trigger. He barely flinched, which irritated her. One of the reasons she avoided this was the certain probability of the smallest gun sending her to the ground. But for him, it was just the smallest of shudders, making it the one area where he excelled over her. The shithead probably signed up for this training session because of that very fact. Jacob finished his clip and lowered his gun before seeing her standing there. He took off his eye and ear protection, and smiled. Sure he was smiling, she thought. The asshole was probably eager as hell to show her how awesome he was with a gun. "Hey Sandy. You ready to feel the power?" He grinned, his sexy grin making her shiver. Was he flirting with her? Sandy shook her head. Flirt with her? Yeah right. This guy couldn't see past tits and ass, both of which Sandy only had in modest supply. "Let's just get this over with, Stanley." Sandy picked up the nearest gun and stared at it, not knowing which end was up. "Whoa...be careful!" Jacob it from her and slid the safety on. "Jesus, you could get someone killed. How the hell did you get this far in the academy without learning to use a fucking gun?" "Because a good cop doesn't need a gun, Stanley. She needs this!" Sandy tapped on her temple rolling her eyes at him. "Yeah, well I seriously doubt this," Jacob tapped on her other temple, "will get you out of a firefight alive." Sandy didn't respond. It's possible he was right; some people were incapable of negotiating. She knew that. But she refused to go into a scenario expecting to draw a weapon. "Prepare for the worst and expect the best. It's usually how I roll." Jacob smiled that damn smile again. How did a guy get such white teeth anyway? And weren't those dimples against regulation? Sandy pulled back her shoulders, sighed deeply and put on a cordial smile. She had to do this. And part of her, the reluctant part of her, had to admit he was right. She didn't want him to be right, but he was. "Ok, Stanley. Here, you're the expert. So tell me everything you know." "Wow." His eyes widened and he laughed. "Man, I wish I had a tape recorder right now. I'd play that over and over until it died." Sandy's eyebrow arched with underwritten cynicism. "Ok, ok...but please, just call me Jacob. Or Jake. Whatever. I know you're Miss policy and procedure, but can we put that aside for the day?" "Sure." Sandy tried to smile back at him. He was trying to get along with her. And it was making her feel like an ass for holding onto her skepticism. "Great." There they were again, those stupid little dimples. Dammit. Maybe what she didn't like about Jacob was his unassuming looks; that deeply gorgeous face and body that affected her despite her most sincere wish she could remain untouched by them. He had every girl in the academy swooning after him, acting like idiots to get his attention. And Sandy was determined not to be one of them. Which is probably why he irritated her so fucking much. Because she could...she could be one of those girls so easily. Knowing that frustrated her to no end. Jacob began spewing information out like a living encyclopedia. She couldn't help but be impressed. He sounded like her talking about regulations and procedure. This was definitely his area of expertise. Sandy crossed her legs, trying so hard not to let this surprising intelligence turn her on. Dammit. Double dammit. It was so much easier to dislike him when she was convinced he couldn't hold a milligram of thought in his head. "I'm starting you out with basic hardware. It's better to master old tech before moving into the energy weapons. These babies are easier to control and you can work on your aim as well as timing." Jacob handed her a small gun. It looked small in his hand, but it easily dwarfed hers. Her eyes widened in fear when she felt the weight of it in her hand. He saw her reaction. "Don't be afraid of it. You're in control. Always remember that. You are the weapon, not the gun." She looked at him, surprised at his words triggering a less than thoughtful response. "You're not as dumb as you look." Jacob's body shook with laughter. "Why thank you, Miss Denton. I will accept your compliment." "I..." Sandy tried to apologize. "No, it's ok. I know you think I'm some dumbass who has no business being here. And if you weren't such a damn good cop, I'd probably take exception to what you said." "You think I'm a good cop?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing. A compliment? From Jacob Stanley? "Oh don't act coy. You know you are. If anyone could get through a mission without using a weapon it's you. But you've got to remember, the bad guys aren't going to play nice. So you have to be prepared for it; and maybe even get a little dirty yourself." His eyes flitted to her lips sending warm shivers up her spine. Sandy coughed and turned toward her target, effectively ending their conversation. She was in danger of swooning, and she'd be goddamned if she'd be like those other women, falling at his feet. She was better than that and he better get used to the idea. Now. Jacob got the hint and turned back to the task at hand. He knew Sandy was afraid of guns. And he understood. Everyone knew about her father though no one really talked about it. Sergeant Denton died in a firefight when Sandy was only a teenager; Denton's prowess may as well have been legendary at the academy. He'd saved six officers by sacrificing his life. Her father's death had to be forefront on Sandy's mind. It's why Jake volunteered to be her training partner. He didn't want her losing her cool in front of anyone else; if it got to her, it might break her. And she was too good of a cop to lose to her own fear. In her own way she motivated him to think first and use his brain more than his brawn; he wanted to return the favor. Though he'd be damned if he told her that. "This is a basic Ruger .22 pistol. Go ahead, feel its weight." Sandy held it in her hand, getting used to its weight. It wasn't so bad once she got it in her hand. She looked at the gun he'd been firing with. It was huge. Twice the size of the Ruger. "What's the one you're using?" She didn't want him taking pity on her just because she was a chick. "Oh, you don't want to use that one, baby. That'll knock your ass to the ground." Jacob laughed. She didn't know what scared her more, the fact that he thought he could call her 'baby,' or that she enjoyed it. Better to not think about that. "This one has a lot less kick; more proportionate to your strength." Jacob turned her around so her right shoulder faced the range. They were the only ones there. Most other cadets had mastered wielding their guns, moving quickly on to energy weapons. But not her. No, this was something she'd put off until she absolutely had to. Jacob pulled her arm up, bringing her less dominant hand up to support her other hand. "Knowledge is power, right?" Sandy blinked at his statement. She constantly harped on her fellow cadets to bulk up on the know how. Knowledge is power, she would say, borrowing the words her father often repeated. "Right, so know your gun. Know your weapon as well as yourself. See how long the barrel is? The length of the barrel helps keep the aim of the bullet accurate as it travels down range. The bullets are smaller, having a greater muzzle velocity, so they'll go further, traveling up to a mile. And they move fast, faster than the larger .45 rounds. Kinda' like when you zipped past me on the obstacle course. You got that?" Sandy nodded and repeated everything he said verbatim. Knowledge she could do. Knowledge she could control. She let the certainty of it calm her as she held the small weapon in her hand. Jake could see she was feeling more in control and smiled. He'd thought long and hard about how to approach this lesson. He knew overflowing her with information would focus her brain helping her relax and giving her a sense of control. What he hadn't realized was how his body would react to her proximity. The smell of her hair, the heat from her skin. She smelled like honeysuckle in the summertime. Intoxicating. It was making him crazy. He took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around her back, holding her in case the small kick of the gun was too much. She was so tiny, 5'2" and full of fire. She made him want to protect her, guard her from any possible discomfort. Jake shook his head trying to dislodge the feelings running through him. Lustful or otherwise. Sandy looked down range, her eyes focused on the target in the distance. She felt Jacob's arms around her, trying not to let them affect her focus. He was surprisingly gentle when he held her in place. She always took him for such a bumbling idiot, it surprised her. She thought she had her body's response under control until he bent his head down and whispered in her ear. His lips were just a hair's breath from her earlobe. "Now pull the trigger." Sandy let out a loud shout as she felt the impact of the Ruger sending the bullet down range as it emitted a ball of fire. The explosion shook her small body into Jacob's, forcing her against his strong body. Adrenaline rushed through her body, making her heart pound and her nipples harden. She dropped her hand and took several quick deep breaths. She looked up at him and smiled. What she saw in his gaze surprised her. Heat with a fair amount of lust swam in his deep blue eyes. Sandy turned away quickly not wanting to become too overwhelmed by what she was feeling. It was just the gun, the adrenaline, it had to be. "Wow," she laughed, trying to break the tension. "Does it always feel like that?" "It's never quite as intense as the first time. But yeah, there's always that rush." "It's...wow." She let out a deep breath and met his eyes. This time there was no running from it. She saw his lust there, powerful and brooding. And she felt it in her own body, controlling her heart beat and her breath. "Show me again." Sandy turned her body so she fit snugly against him, letting him bring his arms around her to hold her still. The kick from the gun wasn't really that bad, but she didn't tell him that, not wanting him to move his arms away. If the lust in his eyes was any indication, maybe he didn't want to stop helping her either. He held her against his hard body, his arousal pressing against her back. She didn't know what made her hotter, the adrenaline from the gun or Jacob's taut and aroused body pressed tightly against hers. She could feel his heartbeat vibrating into her back and his hot breath against her ear as he told her to fire the weapon. She emptied the clip into her target finding the Ruger surprisingly easy to aim. Jacob flipped a switch and brought the silhouette into view. She'd hit the center twice, all the other rounds had at least hit the target. It was awesome. "Damn, girl. You're a natural aim." Jacob chuckled. "I did shoot a bow in college. I'm not without some experience." Heat exploded in her face over the double entendre. "Really?" Jacob laughed, not missing why she was blushing. His eyes smoldered with heat. "I don't suppose you want try handling my gun?" Sandy's eyes widened. "Your gun?" She choked on the words. "Yeah." He pulled her back into his arms and pressed his Glock .45 into her hand. "I know it's big, baby, but I'll help you absorb the kick." His words were as arousing as his hard body enveloping hers, pressing her tighter than when she held the Ruger. He bent his head down to the crook of her neck, blowing gently against her skin. She swore he kissed her lightly before he ordered her to fire. The gun exploded, sending a wave of energy coursing through her body. Jacob's arms tightened around her, his gentle laughter tickling her ear. She couldn't speak, could barely breath from the rush of adrenaline flowing through her body. She finally managed to choke out, "Oh...my....god!" He was still holding her against him. "You ok, baby? I know it's big..." "I wanna do it again!" Sandy declared, not waiting for him before firing. The rush that wound through her body was almost orgasmic. Before she knew what was happening Jacob's hand came up to her breast, pulling on her right nipple, sending shots of arousal matching the adrenaline from the gun down her legs. Combined with the amazing kick of the gun his ministrations caused tension to build at her most inner core. The next round sent a rush through her, release flowing from her body, moistening her panties. "Oh baby," he cried out, burying his face in her neck. "Was that...what I thought it was?" "Oh god!" Sandy dropped the gun in mortification. She'd just fired a gun to orgasm. With Jacob Stanley. She was so disgusted with herself. Sandy tried to disengage herself but he held her tight. "No, you're not leaving until you tell me what just happened." His voice wasn't mean, but stern and demanding like his arms keeping her pinned against him. "I need to know that wasn't unwelcome." "I can't..." It would be mortifying. To admit she wanted this man would be the ultimate mortification. She wasn't supposed to want someone like this. Not the gorgeous man every woman lusted for. It wasn't her...she was better than that, dammit. Wasn't she? "Why?" Jacob's voice was angry when he pulled away from her. "Because you think you're so much better than me? Denton's beautiful daughter's too good for a Stanley?" "What?" Sandy asked, shocked. He thought she was beautiful? "I know you're too good for me, dammit. I just thought maybe...ah hell, never mind." Jacob started cleaning up the used shells from her firing frenzy. "Wait. What do you mean I'm too good for you? You're the one who walks around campus like you're god's gift to women for chrissakes!" "I do not!" Jacob argued, his cheeks flush with embarrassment. He took a deep breath, calming himself. "Listen, I don't want to argue. I just want to know if you felt it too. Was I imagining what just happened?" Sandy looked at him and took in what she saw. He was so unassuming, genuine entreaty in his eyes. Was it possible she'd been wrong about him this entire time? Sandy looked back on her memories of him. Women did chase him, but she couldn't remember him ever openly making an ass of himself around them. She took a deep breath and looked directly into his eyes. "No, you weren't imagining it. It happened." Flames licked the corners of his pupils. "What happened?" Now he was demanding, supplicating. Forcing her to say what they both knew. Sandy gasped, the demand in his tone arousing her again. "I came." Jacob pulled her against him, looking down at her face a foot beneath him. "You came? Was it the gun that made you come?" "Not just...the gun," she choked out. "What was it, Sandy? Say it!" Jacob reached down and clasped her buttocks, raising her body against his hardness. When she said it, her voice was a delicate whisper. "It was you, Jake." He groaned in pleasure, grasped her hair in his hands, crushing his mouth to hers. She tasted like honey on his tongue, her body soft and delicate in his hands. The combination was heady. Intoxicating. Sandy reached up and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, leaning into him and returning the kiss. They stood like that for several long minutes, tasting and teasing each other, exploring and reassuring. Finally Jacob pulled away, "Oh god, Sandy. If you don't want me bend you over that deck and take you, we better stop." Sandy pulled away a little, and shyly looked up at him, not meeting his eyes directly. "What if I don't want to stop?" "Baby, do you know what you're asking for?" His voice was thick, laced with desire. Sandy smiled at him, desire swimming in her belly. "I'm asking you to fuck me Jake. I don't want to think about tomorrow, or yesterday. I just want you to make me feel good. Right now." His hands flexed on her butt cheeks, pulling her against his hardness. She could feel his cock twitch and throb. A sense of power flushed her body. Knowing that this man wanted her, ached for her was headier than any drug. "If we do this...there's no going back. Every tomorrow you have is going to involve me. In the most intimate way. You got that?" His voice was thick, demanding. Sandy wasn't sure what he meant, but she nodded, hoping her acquiescence would make him continue. The agony of not having him would be worse than any punishment he could meter out. Her body was raging now, fed with the adrenaline from shooting such a large gun and the lust igniting between them. It was a powerful mixture. She got the reaction she wanted, his big hands ripping her uniform from her tiny body. Her little hands tore at his, pulling his shirt off and loosening his pants. When she reached bare skin she almost fainted. He was so strong. His body corded with hot muscle, dusted lightly with hair. He was so masculine he oozed the power of a warrior. She wanted it to overpower her, rule her body with pleasure. "God you're so beautiful!" His words were near incoherent as he lifted her naked body onto the gun deck and knelt before her. "Dammit, Jake, what are you doing?" He was supposed to be standing for this, she was quit certain! How the hell was she supposed to... Her ranting train of thought ended the second his tongue touched her inner thigh. "Oh..." she gasped, grabbing his head to steady herself. He chuckled at her shocked gasp, licking all the way from her knee to where her nest met her thigh. He knew manipulating that little crease would drive her crazy. And the scent of her sent shivers down his spine. He wanted to devour her whole. The Range When his tongue touched her outer labia Sandy almost lost it. He was so close to where the pleasure pulsed, what would happen if he were to touch it? Lick it? Just the thought amazed her. Sandy had only experienced two lovers. Both were relentless know it alls, much like her, and didn't explore this type of intimacy. Seeing Jake kneeling before her, ready to give her absolute pleasure without regard for his own, humbled her and tore a hole in the suit of armor she'd built around her heart. Her reverie came to a dead halt when his hands spread her labia to allow his tongue free reign. He took one long lick from top to bottom of her netherfolds, spreading her slick opening for him. He paused on her engorged button making her jerk at the sensation. It felt like a hot poker touched her skin, sending white hot passion streaming through her veins. Sandy sat back, allowing him free reign to worship her body with his tongue. And worship he did, laving her clitoris with increased fervor, making her limbs jerk and her toes curl. When the explosion came she grabbed his head and pulled him to her, clinging to him as much as demanding he never stop. Seconds later he was poised before her, kissing her, letting her taste her own passion on his lips. The taste of herself was heady—the musky scent of sex. He held her legs against him and positioned himself at her entrance. But once there he paused. "Sandy...please..." his voice was choked with passion. In her haze of pleasured glow she realized what he was asking and she was touched. That he would hold himself back at the last minute for her proved what a gentleman he really was. How badly she had misjudged him. "Yes, oh yes!" She screeched, grabbing his buttocks and pulling him against her. Her entreaty worked. He dove into her, shocking her at his length and girth. She hadn't a chance to get a clear view of Jake's manhood but from what she could feel he was in due proportion to his large body. He began to piston into Sandy's welcoming heat. The passion raging inside his loins was unbelievable. She'd lost herself on his tongue, bathing him with her pleasure. Now she was allowing him inside her, giving him her body. And he was damned intent on making sure she never regretted it. He reached down and rubbed his thumb around her clit, pushing her body against the deck, slamming into her in rhythm with his fingers. She was crying out, her chest a flush red with her pleasure. And when her little death came, he fell over the edge with her, losing himself. It was several minutes before either of them could gain their bearings. Jacob came to first, looking down at her to reassure himself she was ok. He'd let his passion go and hoped to god he didn't hurt her as a result. When she looked up at him under her lust heavy eyelids he smiled, his heart beating again. She was so damned beautiful. He could swim in those deep green eyes the rest of his life. He only hoped he didn't fuck that up too. Slowly he withdrew from her and helped her sit up, pushing her hair behind her ears so he could hold her face. Her delicate cheeks filled his large hands. Her lips lifted in a small satisfied smile. "You ok?" He asked, his voice hoarse from passion. She only nodded in response, her cheeks reddening again. "Good." Here it was. He needed to put himself out on the line, cause if she withdrew now, he didn't know if he could ever get her back. "Cause you need to get used to this." Her eyes widened in shock. "That's right. I'm not some fling to be tossed away for the next guy who's tutoring you on the range." His jaw firmed at the thought. "As a matter of fact, I'm the only gun tutor you're going to have. And the last man you're going to have. Do I make myself clear?" Jacob held his breath, praying the male bravado would overwhelm her into submission. Praying she would see the truth—that he was just as vulnerable as she; that the thought of her being with anyone else killed him. That he loved her. After a few heart beats she smiled, her eyes alight with mischief. "Really? Does that mean I get to fire that big gun of yours anytime I want?" The double entendre made him chuckle and he knew then everything was going to be all right. She wanted this too. It wasn't one sided. "Baby, if you can handle it, it's all yours." The Ranger General and The King A/N: This story is from the WoW-universe, and based on the characters Sylvanas Windrunner and the Lich King. Lore-wise Sylvanas died before ever becoming the Lich King's slave, but I bent the universe a little. There are non-consensual parts, so if you do not find that appealing, read at own risk. I hope you enjoy it, and there might be more. "Shindu Fallah Na!" The man who had once been Arthas Menethil, who was now The Lich King, laughed to himself. 'The enemies are breaking through'. Such a fitting last phrase for The Ranger General, Sylvanas. He would indeed break through, but something else than the last elf gate that protected Silvermoon. Something completely else. She woke up in silence. She lifted her chin from her chest, looking slowly around the room. It was lit with torches, but it was empty. She tried to sit down, but realized that her arms were bound above her head. She looked up, and saw that it was not ropes that held her, but massive chains. Her feet barely touched the floor, and she was grateful they didn't hold her up, because she believed she would have fallen from the shock when she looked down. On the dirty floor beneath her, was a puddle of blood. She had no doubt it was her own. Her gaze snapped up at the Lich King as he entered the room. She watched him like a hawk as he walked through the room. She noticed that he had removed the heavy plate armor he always wore, and the helmet was gone as well. His icy grey eyes seemed to pierce her soul as he looked at her. 'Without his armor he almost looks ... Human.' She thought for herself. He laughed, a cold, cruel laugh, as if he had heard the thought, before moving closer. His hand ran along her body, which she first now noticed was without a single thread. As he cupped her breast, she cringed away. The chains made it impossible for her to move more than half a foot, and even then she swung back against him. His smirk was impossible to misinterpret. "Shindu Fallah Na. The enemies are breaking through. Indeed I will break through, but not what you think." His voice was as cold as his laugh and touch, and his eyes seemed to glimmer as they met hers. Icy grey and deep blue. For a moment, she was lost in his gaze, unable to break away. He smirked, and then he looked down over her body. His hand roamed lower, down to the fussy triangle of soft hair below her belly. He looked up at her again, but she had fixed her gaze on a point behind him, determined that he would not have the satisfaction of seeing her in pain. "You truly are blonde." He tugged lightly on the hair between her legs and she gave up a painful yelp. She met his eyes again, and he looked satisfied. 'For the moment', she thought. His hand disappeared from her body, and she was relieved. For a moment, before his left hand pinched her nipple painfully hard. She moaned with the pain, and he let go. "It will be easy enough to train you. Good for me... Not as good for you." She winced as he pinched her again, this time both her nipples. When he twisted, she screamed from the immense pain. He continued to torture her breasts, squeezing and pinching, sometimes twisting, sometimes almost being gentle. She lost track of time in the pain, but despite it, she could feel pleasure slowly building in her belly. That, of course, didn't make it better when he moved one of his hands down between her legs, finding her sex hot and slightly damp. He laughed again, that cold cruel laugh she had heard once before, and rubbed gently. Against her own will, she felt herself becoming aroused with how he treated her. He must have noticed how her nipples became stiff and how her cunt became even wetter, because he stopped and watched her face with a smirk. "What's this now ... The so pure Ranger General starting to get a bit hot? Maybe she even wants me to make her come?" Sylvanas's eyes got big. Make her come? Him? She thought, then she realized he was messing with her. If she said yes, he would never do it, if she said no, he would. She thought slowly before nodding, making the most submissive face she could in the process. He laughed again, and put his hand back between her legs. "Very well then, little Ranger General. You'll get to come ... But you won't come until you have my cock in that slutty cunt of yours." His face suddenly got cruel, before he swiftly thrusted two of his fingers inside her. She couldn't breathe, and tears was starting to form in her eyes. This was not what she wanted, not what she had planned. And those fingers ... The way they were moving inside her was making her feel sick because of her own reaction. Despite the pain those first thrusts had caused, it was starting to feel better and better. The way they moved, the way he curled them every so slightly when he was so deep inside. It was so nice, and yet she hated it because it was him doing it. She squirmed, trying to make him stop, but he was relentless. He kept on until she felt like she was going to explode from the feeling, then he withdrew his fingers just as suddenly as he had pushed them inside her. "Not yet, Ranger General. I told you to wait until I have my cock inside you." She looked up at him, his serious face almost making her cry. "Don't ... Please don't ... I don't want it ..." Her voice was almost a whisper, but when he smirked, she knew he had heard her. Heard her, but not listened. "Too bad. You're getting it anyway, Ranger General of Silvermoon." He reached up and unlocked the chains that held her. She fell to the floor, unable to stand, but started to crawl away from him. He laughed, and grabbed her long, blonde hair, forcing her to stay still with sheer force. She couldn't help but glancing at him as he undressed. His cock was the first one she saw, and it looked as human as the rest of him. It seemed very big however, way too big to fit inside her. He either didn't see her looking, or he didn't care. He moved behind her, kneeling, and pushed her face down to the floor with the hand in her hair. She didn't stand a chance against him, and he positioned himself and drove his member home without hesitating. Her wail could probably be heard out on the battlefield, but none of them cared. He too busy moving inside her, feeling the soft warmth of her untouched cunt, she unable to think with the pain and the slowly building pleasure. He held onto her hair, but as the pleasure built she didn't want to get away anymore. Soon, her hips was moving back against his, her buttocks slapping against his hips with each of his thrusts. His hand was disentangled from her hair and placed on her hips as the other one while he rode her. Her back stayed arched, and the moans that had been from pain was now from pleasure. However, while the moans escaped her lips, she felt the salty taste of her own tears. The tears of shame. Shame over how she could enjoy being fucked by her sworn enemy. Shame over how her body moved against his as they both came closer and closer to their climax. He reached around her, and as his fingers brushed over her clit she gasped, slamming her hips back against his. "Don't stop! Please .. Touch me .. It feels so good..." She couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth before she could stop them. He laughed, but complied. His fingers played on her clit like it was a delicate instrument as he kept on impaling her on his cock. When her body tensed and she screamed out her ecstasy, he didn't stop, and when her contractions around him made him lose himself and coat her insides with his juices, he didn't stop. It wasn't until she was begging him, that he finally stopped, letting go of her and leaving her on the dirty floor as he went to wash up. She laid still, breathing hard while coming down from her heights and sobbing from the shame. That moment, she decided that she would be free of him. One day. She woke up outside. She sat up, and looked around. The snow fell silently on her naked body, coating her hair, despite not being able to make it more than the silvery white it already was. Her deep red eyes looked down on her body, the fingers on her right hand tracing the black scar above her left breast. Then she stood, glaring at the Citadel of Ice, far above her, before turning her back and walking out in the cold wasteland. The snow and ice couldn't kill her, despite her nakedness, because who can kill someone who is already dead?