Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls

Chapter 545: Violent (R-18)

Eleanor looked at him with a mixture of teasing and defiance in her eyes, still sitting sideways on his lap, her hands firm on his shoulders. The previous slap still echoed on her skin, leaving a warm blush beneath the thin fabric of her red lingerie. She bit her lower lip slowly, a dangerous smile forming.

"Enough talk, darling," she whispered, her voice laden with a lustful promise. "It’s time for action."

Before Kael could respond, she leaned in and captured his lips with an intensity that left no room for hesitation. Her fingers dug into his dark hair, pulling him closer as her mouth worked against his with a familiarity that spanned centuries. It was a kiss that didn’t ask permission, that claimed, that remembered.

She shifted on his lap, adjusting to face him, her legs now on either side of his thighs. The red silk of her lingerie slid against the heavy fabric of his clothes, a stark contrast between the delicate and the utilitarian. Eleanor broke the kiss for a moment, her lips glossy and swollen, breathing deeply as her hands moved down to begin unbuttoning his shirt.

"You talk a lot about putting out fires," she murmured against his mouth before kissing him again, slower now, deeper. "But you forget that I’m the one who lit the first one."

Her fingers found the warm skin beneath his shirt, exploring the taut muscles of his chest and abdomen. She moved against him, a deliberate brush that made the fabric of the lingerie almost disappear between them. Kael finally reacted, his hands emerging from their stillness to grip her hips, pressing her more firmly against him with a low groan.

Eleanor smiled against his lips, feeling the physical response through the layers of clothing. "Ah, so there’s fire beneath that composure," she whispered, her fingers now working on his belt. "Let’s see how much fuel is left." She slid back just enough to unbutton his pants, her movements efficient and experienced. As her hand slid inside, finding the warm, hard flesh, she let out a low moan of satisfaction. "So much time wasted on politics and war," she murmured, leaning forward to gently bite her lower lip. "When we could be doing this."

Kael finally spoke, his voice husky and controlled. "You’ve never been patient."

"Patience is for mortals," she replied, moving her hand in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "And for stubborn grandchildren who think they can ignore me."

He pulled her back into a more brutal kiss, his hands now exploring her body through the thin lingerie, finding the places that made her gasp and moan against his mouth. The red fabric seemed ridiculously inadequate to contain her form, and when his hand found the warm wetness between her legs, Eleanor broke the kiss with a loud sigh.

"Kael," she breathed, her dark golden eyes brimming with desire.

He watched her for a second, his face still impassive, but his eyes burning with an intensity she recognized all too well. Then, with a swift movement, he lifted her again and placed her on her back on the bed, descending upon her before she could protest.

"You want action?" he asked, his voice a low growl near her ear as his hands gripped her wrists above her head. "Then action you’ll get."

Eleanor smiled, a wild, defiant smile. "Finally."

Eleanor arched her back as Kael descended upon her, his hips pressing against the evident hardness through his trousers. A moan escaped her lips, "Ahhnn...", mixed with a hoarse, breathless laugh. The red lingerie was just a thread between them now, a fragile detail about to be shattered.

"Kael... the clothes," she whispered, her fingers writhing against the grip on her wrists. "Take off those... mmmph... damn clothes."

He released her for a second, just long enough to rip his own shirt over his head and toss it away from the bed. The sound of the fabric tearing slightly at the seam echoed in the silent room. Eleanor seized the moment to sit up, her hands flying to the zipper of his pants.

"Let me," she ordered, pushing his hands away and unbuttoning them with nimble fingers. The sound of the zipper going down, "zzzzip," seemed abnormally loud in the tension of the room.

When she pulled his pants and underwear down, freeing his erection, a hoarse sigh escaped her.

"Hhhah... always impressive, darling," she murmured, her hand encircling him in a firm grip. "But you’re still wearing too much."

Kael didn’t respond with words. Instead, he took the thin strap of her lingerie between his fingers and pulled, "rrrip," tearing the lace fabric on one side. Eleanor let out a loud moan, "Aaah!", more of surprise than protest. The second "rrrip" came from the other side, leaving the lingerie hanging in red tatters on her body.

"Violent today," she breathed, her eyes gleaming with wicked excitement. "I think... nngh... I teased you too much."

He pushed her back against the sheets, his hands gripping her thighs and spreading her apart. The dampness between her legs glistened in the soft light. Kael didn’t hesitate. He positioned himself and entered her in one go, deep and complete.

The sound that came from Eleanor’s throat was guttural, hoarse, a "Hhhaaagh!" that reverberated through the room. Her fingers dug into the dark sheets, her nails scratching the fabric.

"By... by the gods... so... so full..."

Kael began to move with a relentless rhythm, each thrust a muffled "thump" against their pressed hips. Eleanor’s moans became a continuous symphony.

"Ah! Ah! Aahn! Yes... like that... more!"

They were interspersed with gasping sighs and the wet sound of skin against skin.

He changed the angle, hitting a spot that made her eyes widen.

"F-Fire... you said you were going to... nnngh... put out the fire..." she managed to say between moans. "But you’re... you’re feeding it... ah! Aaah!"

Kael finally spoke, his voice tense and hoarse.

"You... like... the fire."

Each word was punctuated by a deeper thrust.

"I... I like you," she moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him further inside. "More... harder... please..."

He complied with her request, increasing the pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin grew faster, louder, "smack smack smack," mixed with Eleanor’s increasingly loud moans. She threw her head back, her neck arched, her breasts swaying with each movement.

"Kael... Kael, I’m... I’m close..." she warned, her fingers now gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

He suddenly turned her over, making her get on all fours. A cry of surprise, "Eek!", escaped her before he pulled her back against him, entering again at a different angle.

"Oh! Oh, god... there... right there..."

He held her by the hips, his fingers pressing into the already sensitive flesh of her buttocks. Each thrust now came with a slight "thwack" as their bodies met. Eleanor was trembling, her moans becoming higher-pitched, more desperate. "G-Go... I will... Kael, I will..."

He leaned over her, his mouth close to her ear.

"Then go," he ordered, his voice rough.

That was all it took. Eleanor cried out, a long, shrill sound of pure pleasure, as her body trembled violently around him. Her contractions were intense, almost painful, and Kael held her tight as she collapsed in waves of ecstasy.

But he didn’t finish. As soon as her tremors began to subside, he started moving again, faster now, harder.

"W-Wait... so... so sensitive..." she moaned, but her hips began to move back against him, instinctively.

"You asked for action," he reminded her, his breath panting on her neck.

Eleanor could only agree with a muffled moan as another wave of pleasure began to build. This time, when Kael finally reached his own climax with a deep, hoarse grunt, "Hnngg!", she came with him, her body arching as a second orgasm washed over her.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was her panting breath. Then Eleanor collapsed face down onto the sheets, her limbs trembling slightly. Kael fell beside her, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

She turned her head to look at him, a slow, satisfied smile forming on her swollen lips.

"Well," she breathed, her voice hoarse and tired. "I think... the information was... completely transmitted."

Kael made a sound that could have been a muffled laugh, or just an exhausted sigh. He reached out and pulled her against his side, his hand resting on the curve of her waist.

"It seems so," he agreed, his voice softer now.

Eleanor snuggled against him, her fingers tracing random patterns on his sweaty chest.

"You’re still wearing your boots," she murmured, her eyes already closing.

Kael looked at his own feet, still encased in heavy leather boots.

"Hm."

Eleanor let out a low, breathless laugh before falling asleep almost instantly, exhausted and content. Kael stayed awake for a few more minutes, watching the soft light cast shadows on the ceiling, before closing his eyes too, with his grandmother nestled against him.