Still, I do enjoy him, and it’s been too long since I grappled with anyone. I’m a bit rusty. I can use a grappling and sparring partner.
And maybe I can use a blue-skinned friend too.
7
Tox
It’s fun watching Sophia walk away. Her ass, her hips… Fuck. Grappling with her had been such a turn-on, and my cock is aching. It takes everything in me to not run up to her, to rip off her clothes, and to take her right here, outside. There’s no one around to watch us, but I wouldn’t even care at this point.
But I focus on watching her, searing the memory of her waltzing away into my brain so I can replay it back.
But the ache in my cock becomes more and more painful, and the second she’s out of view, I head into the woods away from the path she was walking on, and I hide behind a tree as I take care of my erection. After I clean up, I lean my head against the tree.
What the fuck am I going to do?
I want the money, yes, but I want her too.
Is there a way to make everyone happy? A way for me to get the money but for Sophia to live?
It’s interesting to hear that she’s a bounty hunter. I’m sure she has a fair number of enemies given her line of work. I wondered why that silver-haired man wanted her dead. My guess is that she collected a bounty on someone he cares about. Or maybe the silver-haired man has a bounty out on him, and he wants to take her out before she can take him out. Nah. The first is more likely because honestly, if there’s a bounty on him, he would have to have every single bounty hunter killed in order to feel safe, and even then, I’m sure that inexperienced persons would be willing to go after him if the price was right.
So it wouldn’t be enough to just deal with the silver-haired man. Besides, he claimed he’s watching, that he’ll know when the deed is done.
What if he thinks the deed is done but it's not? What if we can fake her death?
It would have to be we. A combined effort. We would have to discuss this in a way that I can make sure the silver-haired man doesn’t find out about it.
But yes, if I can convince her that this is for the best, I can get the house, and we can move in, and we can be happy…
What the fuck. What is wrong with me? I don’t even know her, and I’m already hoping we’ll have kids. I’ve never been like this about a woman, but she’s not just any woman. She’s so fucking hot that just looking at her makes me want to cream my pants, but talking to her is a treat too. She’s fun and funny, and grappling… I want to grapple with her again, multiple rounds. Hmm, maybe we can make a game of it. The loser has to remove an article of clothing, and I wouldn't mind letting her win, although I probably wouldn't have to let her. She could win outright. I could smell alcohol on her breath. Faint, not too much, but if she had been on her A game, she might've been able to last longer against me. Hell, she might've won.
Ovian, I'm hard again. Just thinking about the way she rubbed her ass against me… How did she not feel my hard cock? Maybe she noticed, but she ignored it. She was intent on grappling and proving her worth.
Does she know her worth? Because it’s more than that silver-haired fucker is offering.
Fuck. I’m in deep.
Her ass, her hands, her lithe body… The thought of us grappling again, of us rolling around on a bed…
Why didn’t I follow her? I should’ve. I should’ve walked her to wherever she was going. Not that she would’ve needed me for protection, but…
It wasn’t just dumb luck that I found her. I’ve been asking around about her, trying to find out where she lives, and I was pointed in this direction. I still don’t know where precisely she lives, but it’s clear enough to me that she had been walking to her place. Maybe because she had been drinking some. I know that alcohol can make Earthlings act a bit strange. It slows their reaction times, so if I thought Sophia was fast before, she’s even faster.
And if she’s fast, just imagine how fast she could stroke my cock…
I'm stroking myself as fast and as hard as I can, trying to bring myself that blissful release, but I don't want my hand. I don't even want her hand. I just want to hold her again, to hug her, to embrace her, and it not be because we're trying to establish dominance over one another. A simple hug.
But that’s not what I have, not what I get. It’s just my hand right now, and it’s enough to get me to climax, but it’s not my strongest ever.
Again, I clean up, and I scowl in the direction she had walked in. What the fuck is she doing to me? I'm a mercenary. I don't need this kind of nonsense. After all, a job's a job. I don't know much of anything at all about Sophia. So what if she's hot? So what if she's a capable fighter? That she's a bounty hunter doesn't matter.
But I didn’t even want to take that one job because I thought the wife would flip out and kill her husband if he was cheating on her. Now, I’ve gone and accepted a job to kill someone.
If the job had been to kill anyone else, would I have accepted it? Would I be willing to do it?
I don’t know.
