Eve and Kal Part Two (Patreon)

Tonight had been a close call. Too close, thought Eve, as she shrugged off her leather jacket As it lay at her feet, she found herself staring at it, and growing angry. 

"Stupid Kal," muttered Eve under her breath. He didn't have to jump in like he had. She could have taken that guy on by herself. Even if he was armed.

"Stupid Kal!" she hissed, kicking her boots off. She wasn't a goddamn damsel in distress. She was doing just goddamn fine before he came along. 

Ok, maybe that wasn't entirely true, she conceded, as she flopped face first onto her bed. She'd certainly needed him to save her a few weeks earlier, when she fucked up big time.. when she got caught. 

She had gone through some serious shit way back in the day, when she was nothing more than Jason's fuckdoll at his strip club, but the things she had to endure then... She shuddered, refusing to relive the experience. 

As she thought back, she had to grudgingly admit Kal had bailed her out so many times he may as well make a career of it by now. She had hazy memories of him cradling her in the shower on that night, trying to snap her out of a drugged haze. When she finally came around she'd begged him to fuck her stupid. She remembered finding those words hilarious, giggling as she said them. 

He'd refused her advances, despite her putting on her most convincing whore act, she knew he wanted her, yet he kept pushing her away.  But once she got more aggressive, threatening even, he caved and gave her what she wanted, what she needed. He was angry when he fucked her, but she didn't care. It was what she needed. 

After that things got hazy again. Next thing she remembered was waking up curled up in bed next to him, covered in come, with no idea how much time had passed. She'd asked him for details about how he'd gotten her out of trouble that night, and he'd deflected her questions, saying he had helped her and that was all that mattered. 

"Mmmppphhid Kaphhh," muffled Eve, still face down in bed as she came back to the present. She rolled onto her back, taking a deep breath of air after her self-imposed smothering. And as she did, his presence grew stronger in her mind. His scent was everywhere. The pillows, the sheets, even the very air she breathed now, his scent lingered heavy. 

Who does that shit? Who would risk their life to save a tatted up punk bitch wannabe from a life of slavery? Someone who spent most of her adult life as a cheap, filthy whore? 

"I mean, why?" thought Eve out loud. 

She let out a frustrated sigh, and sat up. He was in the shower right now. She'd heard the water going. She stared long and hard toward the shower. 

Stupid Kal. 

Moments later she stood behind him in the shower. He had been facing the wall, the scalding water cascading down upon his back. He looked lost in his own thoughts, perhaps thinking about what he'd done, or wondering why Eve never seemed to appreciate his help. He was struggling to figure her out, maybe because any other woman would have swooned at his heroic act. 

Eve thought there was a good chance she was unlike any other woman he'd known. Maybe she was tougher than the princesses he was used to. Her life had taught her to rely on no one else but herself, and he couldn't wrap his head around that.

Yet despite the tough exterior, he'd seen just how broken she was underneath. He'd seen her beg to be treated like absolute shit, claiming to get off on such depravity. He'd made her cum hard on his dick when he indulged in his more primal, lust-driven self. He'd heard her whine and plead for more even when he was callous and selfish in his desires. 

Her slender fingers closed around his semi-flaccid cock, and the touch brought Kal out of his reverie. As she stroked him, she knew he could already tell that something is different this time. There was a tentativeness to the caress, the downward strokes lingering just a moment too long, Easing her fingers from his now throbbing manhood, Kal turned to face her. His lips parted, a breath taken as if to speak, but she put a finger to his lips, shushing him. 

"Fuck me," she whispered simply. 

He didn't need to be asked twice. He lifted her off her feet easily, and in his strong embrace, Eve linked her fingers behind his neck, holding onto him. He'd pinned her up against the wall, slick against her back from the rising steam. 

It took him only moments to be inside her, so familiar with every inch of her body that he could skillfully pleasure her by touch alone. She gasped, as she always did when he penetrated her, his raw strength, his sheer girth always sending electric shivers along her flesh. 

Every thrust into her was accompanied by a smack of slick flesh against tile, and a soft moan from between her parted lips. After several more, she pushed off from the wall, forcing him to bear her full weight in his strong arms. As much as she could, she worked her hips to match his, panting from the exertion. 

There was something new between them, something palpable that Eve could feel even as they worked each other's bodies, one drawing pleasure from the other. Their lips lingered just inches from each other, and every instinct they had told them to devour one another in a lewd, lusty kiss. 

But something held them back. Something made them lose themselves in each other's eyes. Apart from the occasional grunt, the occasional moan, they were silent, lost to whatever it was they were feeling. She didn't encourage him to fuck her harder, to abuse the ever-loving shit out of her. He didn't taunt her, call her all sorts of depraved names she supposedly got off to. 

All she saw, all she felt was him, and even as their respective orgasms hit hard, she hardly noticed, her body reacting at the most basic, biological level. A quickening of her heart rate forced her to breathe harder, to gasp as every synapse, every nerve ending came alive with unadulterated pleasure. Her body accepted the flood of virile seed he gifted unto her, without so much as a shiver. 

Still their gaze remained locked to one another. As if in silent reverence. 

It took them nearly a minute to snap out of it, and even as Kal set her back down to her feet, she wanted more of whatever this was, and she knew he did too. They cleaned each other, their impatience obvious. And only after they realized the absurdity of cleaning before their indulging of filthy depravity, did Eve hurriedly lead her lover to her bed. 

And it was then that, for the first time in her life, she made love to the man who she finally realized to be truly deserving of her.