emilkertesz

[emilkertesz]

There didn’t really seem to be much left of Emil these days. He was mostly an empty shell of his former self, his former, younger and hopeful self. Little remains of that self were scattered here and there, but not often did they make their way to the surface. His body, huge and structured, covered in artwork and ink hovered above the woman, his equally large hand continuing to wrap itself around her neck, noticing the way her body twisted and contorted in delight at his motions. Knowing she felt good made him feel good, it twisted the smirk on his lips into something of satisfaction, something so delightful for the man to witness. He nodded a little as she rolled her head back, almost approving of how her eyes closed, how her nails dug into his skin tightly, how she held his wrist tightly, but then something that took him by surprise, shockingly, was the small noise he heard from her lips. Like a gagging sound, almost. It made his eyes widen and suddenly he moved his hand away.

“… sorry.” Emil never sorry. He never apologised for anything he did or was, ever. But her reaction had taken him aback a little and instead, his hand rang its fingertips over the slightly red marks remaining on her neck. Slowly, delicately, his motions also now matched, as he had never stopped moving inside of her. “I... I didn’t mean that... I... fuck...” For a moment, visions of his violent father replayed in his mind. Leaning his head in, he pressed his forehead against hers just slightly, keeping the thrusts going, “... Don’t call me a coward for that, okay?” Strangely, he offered her a flicker of a smile for a moment, nothing in the air except their breaths dancing around with one another. The smile vanished, he was kissing her, passionate and strong, something strangely tender in his response. Could Asxra handle this rare side of him? A side of him who kept his motions inside of her slow, a dull heartbeat, his hand scooping underneath her back and with ease, pulling them both upwards so she straddled him instead, though he kept up the movements himself, his hand pressed firmly against her back.

20:03 at on a Sunday night, the one night of the week that Emil’s nightclub was closed. The exclusive venue was situated in the tallest building in the city, a few levels below his own home (he lived on the top floor in the penthouse). The club was constantly bustling each nighg, full of politicans, businessmen and celebrities who wanted a night of expensive and hedonistic indulgence. It was famous for how… well, crazy it could get, but few ordinary folk saw behind the doors of the dark lounge itself. One of the not so ordinary few, however, who was getting a sneak and a look inside… was Asxra Guiterrez. The city’s favourite hero and Emil Kertesz’s favourite one night stand. Multiple night stand, perhaps.

It was always Asxra.

He wasn’t quite sure how or why, but that constant pull and attraction towards someone he was supposed to hate couldn’t be resisted. He indulged himself in her body, like cocaine on his lips, even though every time he asked himself — why her? Why was she the one of all women who made him feel this way? He couldn’t explain it. They were nothing like, worlds apart, shared nothing in common. But here she stood, in the club itself that evening, the man for some strange reason… giving her a tour.

“I’m surprised you’ve never been here.” His voice remained as monotone and strong as it always did, though still thick with the accent of his hometown. An area notorious for it’s crime and poverty, he’d never quite shaken the slang and the drawl of the region. “It gets kinda hectic sometimes.” The place was littered with bars, marbled decor, dark and dim lighting, jet black leather sofas. You could see out into the city from one side as huge windows replaced the walls, peering out onto the glistening skyline. It was beautiful.

“… Hectic suits you.”

[emilkertesz]

Even though Emil couldn’t speak a word of Spanish, he’d been around Asxra long enough now to know a word or two. She hated him, that’s what she said, because that’s all the pair shared between them… hatred. At least, that’s what they believed. “Oh yeah?” He said rather breathlessly, biting down on his bottom lip as he continued the deep thrusting movement against her. “… Then why’d you let me inside you?” The large room, empty of anyone else, echoed with the sounds of their two perfect bodies moving against one another, loud clapping noises as Emil maintained his rhythm. Filled only with long moans from Asxra and the low grunts and groans from the man. Not one to let things drag, he soon moved himself so her legs were no longer on his shoulders, back on the lounger as he leaned down, hovering over her body instead. He liked it like this, when he was in complete control, when he knew she’d do anything he wanted with one touch, one look, one anything. His knees rested either side of her, his hand falling under her chin, his thumb moving over her bottom lip and pushing at it a little. Asxra was dangerously beautiful, he always called her the drug he couldn’t shake off, the one he always fell back to. They were terrible for each other, but that’s what made it so fun. The look on his face was one so devious, so intensely evil but… so tempting. It was like looking at the devil himself.

He was still inside of her. The hand under her chin slowly began to inch downwards to her neck. “You know…” He mumbled, a dark smirk twisting up on his lips as his hand began to tighten around her neck. “That night at the club… when you danced on me? I wanted to fuck you so bad.” He spoke like he always did, harsh and blunt, the same harsh look in his eyes. All the other guys had gotten something that night from another dancer. But not Emil, he couldn’t even remember why. “Everyone got it… except for me.” He moved his head inwards towards her, his grip around her neck growing tighter, beginning to grind into her slowly. “When all I wanted… was for you to be the perfect, little fucking whore that you were. Are.” Did he actually think she was a whore? No. But Emil had quickly gathered that Asxra enjoyed those more unorthodox terms. “I think you can make it up to me… don’t you?” Without warning, he leaned back up, keeping his hand gripped on her neck, squeezing just a little as he started his movements again. But it was different this time around. He moved almost furiously, deep, harsh, quick strokes inside her. Hit after hit, the man groaned loudly as he pounded the woman like he’d never get the chance again.

20:03 at on a Sunday night, the one night of the week that Emil’s nightclub was closed. The exclusive venue was situated in the tallest building in the city, a few levels below his own home (he lived on the top floor in the penthouse). The club was constantly bustling each nighg, full of politicans, businessmen and celebrities who wanted a night of expensive and hedonistic indulgence. It was famous for how… well, crazy it could get, but few ordinary folk saw behind the doors of the dark lounge itself. One of the not so ordinary few, however, who was getting a sneak and a look inside… was Asxra Guiterrez. The city’s favourite hero and Emil Kertesz’s favourite one night stand. Multiple night stand, perhaps.

It was always Asxra.

He wasn’t quite sure how or why, but that constant pull and attraction towards someone he was supposed to hate couldn’t be resisted. He indulged himself in her body, like cocaine on his lips, even though every time he asked himself — why her? Why was she the one of all women who made him feel this way? He couldn’t explain it. They were nothing like, worlds apart, shared nothing in common. But here she stood, in the club itself that evening, the man for some strange reason… giving her a tour.

“I’m surprised you’ve never been here.” His voice remained as monotone and strong as it always did, though still thick with the accent of his hometown. An area notorious for it’s crime and poverty, he’d never quite shaken the slang and the drawl of the region. “It gets kinda hectic sometimes.” The place was littered with bars, marbled decor, dark and dim lighting, jet black leather sofas. You could see out into the city from one side as huge windows replaced the walls, peering out onto the glistening skyline. It was beautiful.

“… Hectic suits you.”

[emilkertesz]

He didn’t do this with any woman. He didn’t go out of his way to pleasure them, see them moan and whine in delight at the simplest of actions he chose. But there was something about Asxra, about the way she begged and withered in ecstacy at the smallest of motions that made him want to do move, give more. Feeling her legs wrap around his body only fuelled the evil man to go further and faster, keeping his hands around her wrists and clasped together tightly. He treated her body like it was the last supper, like it was something he’d never get a taste of again, something he practically devoured, his tongue running circles over her clit, over her entrance, over every inch of her body that he could find. He didn’t make a noise, for he was a man who during intimacy either said it all or said nothing at all. The latter was one of those times.

Lifting his head up for a moment, his cheeks had run slightly red, his mouth ajar as his tongue ran over his bottom lip. Sweet like sugar, that’s how it felt. But he didn't want her to finish. Continuing with his arrogant nature, Emil knew he could make her cum if he wanted to, but didn’t want to rush this. This was all his for the taking and he was going to enjoy every second of it. Almost choosing the worst moment to stop, the huge man moved himself up and to the edge of the lounger, standing on feel, rolling his shoulders back. “Don’t move.” That wasn’t a request. His fingers fell to the hem of his black boxers, easily discarding them as a smirk twisted up on his lips; him knowing she’d enjoy the sight and he didn’t even look at her face yet. He was large in every sense of the word.

Moving forwards again, his hands hooked under her legs, lifting them up so they rested on his shoulders instead. He was hardly into the boring stuff, and revelled in the fact that Asxra was tall enough to do something like this with him. Not hesitating, his right hand remained on her leg, his left moving around his dick, before sliding inside her without a second to think. He hissed through gritted teeth, adjusting to feeling of being inside her, instantly feeling that wave of pleasure from how tight she was. He began to thrust, harsh, deep movements, accompanied by the equally harsh and deep groans that emitted from his lips. “Everything.” He affirmed, continuing the motions.

What the two seemingly mature and grown adults had forgotten, however, was that Emil had failed to add one key component to this little intimate moment they shared: a condom.

20:03 at on a Sunday night, the one night of the week that Emil’s nightclub was closed. The exclusive venue was situated in the tallest building in the city, a few levels below his own home (he lived on the top floor in the penthouse). The club was constantly bustling each nighg, full of politicans, businessmen and celebrities who wanted a night of expensive and hedonistic indulgence. It was famous for how… well, crazy it could get, but few ordinary folk saw behind the doors of the dark lounge itself. One of the not so ordinary few, however, who was getting a sneak and a look inside… was Asxra Guiterrez. The city’s favourite hero and Emil Kertesz’s favourite one night stand. Multiple night stand, perhaps.

It was always Asxra.

He wasn’t quite sure how or why, but that constant pull and attraction towards someone he was supposed to hate couldn’t be resisted. He indulged himself in her body, like cocaine on his lips, even though every time he asked himself — why her? Why was she the one of all women who made him feel this way? He couldn’t explain it. They were nothing like, worlds apart, shared nothing in common. But here she stood, in the club itself that evening, the man for some strange reason… giving her a tour.

“I’m surprised you’ve never been here.” His voice remained as monotone and strong as it always did, though still thick with the accent of his hometown. An area notorious for it’s crime and poverty, he’d never quite shaken the slang and the drawl of the region. “It gets kinda hectic sometimes.” The place was littered with bars, marbled decor, dark and dim lighting, jet black leather sofas. You could see out into the city from one side as huge windows replaced the walls, peering out onto the glistening skyline. It was beautiful.

“… Hectic suits you.”

[emilkertesz]

Emil didn’t quite understand. He had no soul, no feelings and emotions. He cared about no one but himself and his brother, quite literally. But there she was, always glowing in the back of his mind, her voice echoing and replaying over and over like a VHS tape stuck on loop. How could someone do that to a man with no soul, no heart? With nothing to give and nothing to take? It left him awake at night, those evenings when he had spent his time with Asxra pinned up against a wall, or a window, or against a desk and fucked each other for hours upon hours. He would lie awake after, eyes peering over at her as she slept away, wondering what on earth it was that she did to him. And the worst part was be couldn’t figure it out, he couldn’t find the answer, it had no name. It was just… them.

The air of smugness Emil always seemed to have to him never exactly faltered. Even in moments like this, when technically, he had lost, the element of arrogance he held was oh so attractive. Quirking on eyebrow as she called him ‘baby’, he didn’t stop her from moving her hand though he knew exactly where this was going. And he didn’t mind one, little bit. Reciprocating the kiss, he only pulled away when she did, keeping his lips close and allowing his hand to be led. “I know.” He mumbled. He knew how attractive he was and he didn’t care to suggest otherwise. This was the evident narcissism spoken of. But it was those last few words, provocative and almost taunting, that switched a trigger in the back of Emil’s head. “Do I want… to touch you?” He began slowly, his hand slipping downwards and under the thong completely. “I don’t just want to touch you, Asxra…” Two fingers moved inwards, moving to brush over her clit just a little. “I want to to everything.”

He looked like he was about to finger her. He looked like he was about to touch every inch of her body and send magic down her spine. But Emil was not a man who enjoyed teasing and taunts for too long. Unexpectedly, he pulled his hand away, arms hooking under the woman’s waist and moving her so she was laying down on the wide lounger instead, looking up at him as he hovered over her. “I told you…” He began, unblocking his belt and trousers, pulling them off and down so only his boxers remained, “… I don’t like to lose.” Without asking for permission, his fingers unhooked the bra she wore, tossing that alongside so her chest was fully open. He kept the last article of his own clothing on, wanting her to be the one who had to wait and be patient before she got a glimpse of the most awaited sight. Without thought, he moved in, head moving to her lingerie, pulling the thin, red thong down from the top with his teeth. It was all a blur, but next thing Asxra would feel is the warmth from Emil’s mouth, his lips, his tongue, in between her legs, wasting no time in savouring the dripping sensation he had missed so much. The way she throbbed against his lips, it was a thing of dreams. His hands moved to hers, clasping them together and keeping them in place so she couldn’t move. All she could do was feel how perfect his tongue felt against her clit.

20:03 at on a Sunday night, the one night of the week that Emil’s nightclub was closed. The exclusive venue was situated in the tallest building in the city, a few levels below his own home (he lived on the top floor in the penthouse). The club was constantly bustling each nighg, full of politicans, businessmen and celebrities who wanted a night of expensive and hedonistic indulgence. It was famous for how… well, crazy it could get, but few ordinary folk saw behind the doors of the dark lounge itself. One of the not so ordinary few, however, who was getting a sneak and a look inside… was Asxra Guiterrez. The city’s favourite hero and Emil Kertesz’s favourite one night stand. Multiple night stand, perhaps.

It was always Asxra.

He wasn’t quite sure how or why, but that constant pull and attraction towards someone he was supposed to hate couldn’t be resisted. He indulged himself in her body, like cocaine on his lips, even though every time he asked himself — why her? Why was she the one of all women who made him feel this way? He couldn’t explain it. They were nothing like, worlds apart, shared nothing in common. But here she stood, in the club itself that evening, the man for some strange reason… giving her a tour.

“I’m surprised you’ve never been here.” His voice remained as monotone and strong as it always did, though still thick with the accent of his hometown. An area notorious for it’s crime and poverty, he’d never quite shaken the slang and the drawl of the region. “It gets kinda hectic sometimes.” The place was littered with bars, marbled decor, dark and dim lighting, jet black leather sofas. You could see out into the city from one side as huge windows replaced the walls, peering out onto the glistening skyline. It was beautiful.

“… Hectic suits you.”

[emilkertesz]

“You did?” He mumbled, eyes trailing over her own as his mind wandered back to that time of his life. He never returned because he simply didn’t enjoy the culture of strip clubs; the way he saw other woman that night be treated by men… the places felt cruel. But he has never forgotten about the girl he met that night. How ironic, all those years ago, she had been the the confident, experienced one… and he had just been little, shy Emil. “I… I must admit, strip clubs were never my favourite place then. Or now, really. But… I never forgot that time I spent with you. You were different to the other girls then.” He paused, chewing up the idea that he still looked at her the same way in his head for a moment. Perhaps he still did. “… I might look a little different but I’m still the same boy.” Was all he said, but he hoped she’d understand; he still did look at her the same way sometimes.

His mouth slightly ajar, Emil’s lips contorted into a soft smirk as he watched her discard her clothing with ease, a soft thud as it hit the cold, marbled floor. Now left in a tight thong and a red lace bra, it left very little to the imagination, though it hid nothing that Emil hadn’t seen before; a body that plagued his dreams and made him savour the taste only Asxra seemed to have. Oh, how he’d missed it. Leaning back on the sofa, he got himself comfortable, eyes tracking the curves of her figure as she began to move against him, rolling and grinding her perfect body into his equally beautiful one too. Smirk growing, this was any man’s dream, and the mafia boss relished in every second of it. Seeing her rise to her knees, he instinctively looked up to her, almost as if they were about to kiss… and then they didn’t.

Seeing her slid down, he raised his eyebrows in intrigue as to what could happen next. It was evident that he wasn’t going to win this game, for the moment he felt her hand brush over his crouch, he knew it was game over. The wave that alone sent through his body was enough. Seeing her bend over was the nail in the coffin, his favourite thing in perfect view, he couldn’t help but let his hands trail over her ass slowly, whispering “Shit…” under his breath in delight, squeezing a little before she could sit back down on his lap. Knowing exactly what she was doing, the rubbing motions were a killer, and she herself would feel the way he began to grow tense underneath her. Being pulled in closer, his hand fell under her chin so she looked at him. “Don’t deprive me much longer, Asxra.” He mumbled, lips so close to hers again. “You know I can’t take it.”

20:03 at on a Sunday night, the one night of the week that Emil’s nightclub was closed. The exclusive venue was situated in the tallest building in the city, a few levels below his own home (he lived on the top floor in the penthouse). The club was constantly bustling each nighg, full of politicans, businessmen and celebrities who wanted a night of expensive and hedonistic indulgence. It was famous for how… well, crazy it could get, but few ordinary folk saw behind the doors of the dark lounge itself. One of the not so ordinary few, however, who was getting a sneak and a look inside… was Asxra Guiterrez. The city’s favourite hero and Emil Kertesz’s favourite one night stand. Multiple night stand, perhaps.

It was always Asxra.

He wasn’t quite sure how or why, but that constant pull and attraction towards someone he was supposed to hate couldn’t be resisted. He indulged himself in her body, like cocaine on his lips, even though every time he asked himself — why her? Why was she the one of all women who made him feel this way? He couldn’t explain it. They were nothing like, worlds apart, shared nothing in common. But here she stood, in the club itself that evening, the man for some strange reason… giving her a tour.

“I’m surprised you’ve never been here.” His voice remained as monotone and strong as it always did, though still thick with the accent of his hometown. An area notorious for it’s crime and poverty, he’d never quite shaken the slang and the drawl of the region. “It gets kinda hectic sometimes.” The place was littered with bars, marbled decor, dark and dim lighting, jet black leather sofas. You could see out into the city from one side as huge windows replaced the walls, peering out onto the glistening skyline. It was beautiful.

“… Hectic suits you.”

[emilkertesz]

The mafia don let out a small hum. “I did, once.” He began, nodding slowly as he internally recalled the one time he had gone to a strip club. “I had just moved to the city with August, had joined this... cartel, gang of sorts. I was the newest and one of the youngest, so I had to impress them. They all wanted to go to The Jade Emblem this one night, and really? I didn’t want to go. Places like that had never appealed to me.” He sighed slowly, continuing to recall his story. “So I digressed, and I went. I probably looked ridiculous the entire time, stood in the corner like some awkward... boy.” He spat the word ‘boy’ out. Because that’s what he had been, once upon a time. A boy. A boy with morals, a boy who felt like he was the one who had to impress, a boy of innocence slowly trickling away. “And then I met a girl who worked there... and she was... kinder than the rest. We danced together... and she gave me this black ribbon.” He said those last three words almost simultaneously as Asxra did, looking up towards her after.

In the most unlikely of circumstances, ti seemed as though the girl from the club and the cartel boy had met once again. He couldn’t quite believe it, but it had been Asxra that he’d danced with all those years ago. “Shame. Young me might have enjoyed going back somewhere with you, Asxra.”

Emil’s lips twisted up into a smirk in response to discussions of payment. Looking down, it wasn’t much longer before the man was pulling the dark shirt off entirely, tossing it aside so he was completely shirtless, all except a silver chain, simplistic and cold, wrapped around his neck. Each line of his perfectly chiselled and painted body now on complete display for the whole world... the whole world just being her. A little game of sorts. That was never good when Asxra had anything to do with it. But Emil was also... Emil, and anything with risk and scandal involved enticed him. Those around the man often found themselves subconsciously involving themselves in sinful behaviour, perhaps this was one of those times. Tilting his head, he didn’t answer, before leaning forwards and letting his fingertips hook around the hem of her skirt, pulling her back in towards him so she fell onto his lap, straddling him. “I don’t like losing, so...” He trailed off, giving her a look that was to say that he would take part in something like this.

20:03 at on a Sunday night, the one night of the week that Emil’s nightclub was closed. The exclusive venue was situated in the tallest building in the city, a few levels below his own home (he lived on the top floor in the penthouse). The club was constantly bustling each nighg, full of politicans, businessmen and celebrities who wanted a night of expensive and hedonistic indulgence. It was famous for how… well, crazy it could get, but few ordinary folk saw behind the doors of the dark lounge itself. One of the not so ordinary few, however, who was getting a sneak and a look inside… was Asxra Guiterrez. The city’s favourite hero and Emil Kertesz’s favourite one night stand. Multiple night stand, perhaps.

It was always Asxra.

He wasn’t quite sure how or why, but that constant pull and attraction towards someone he was supposed to hate couldn’t be resisted. He indulged himself in her body, like cocaine on his lips, even though every time he asked himself — why her? Why was she the one of all women who made him feel this way? He couldn’t explain it. They were nothing like, worlds apart, shared nothing in common. But here she stood, in the club itself that evening, the man for some strange reason… giving her a tour.

“I’m surprised you’ve never been here.” His voice remained as monotone and strong as it always did, though still thick with the accent of his hometown. An area notorious for it’s crime and poverty, he’d never quite shaken the slang and the drawl of the region. “It gets kinda hectic sometimes.” The place was littered with bars, marbled decor, dark and dim lighting, jet black leather sofas. You could see out into the city from one side as huge windows replaced the walls, peering out onto the glistening skyline. It was beautiful.

“… Hectic suits you.”

[emilkertesz]

It was all Emil had ever known, a life like this. Granted, it had not been as luxurious in his youth as it was been now, but it had always had a presence in his life. It was meek drug dealing in his teenage years, as he saw no way of having a career by the time he was fifteen. No one had encouraged him, no one had supported him and help him flourish. Instead, he’d been left to fend for himself and his brother, taking any job he could. All he did was hum in response but he said nothing; did he have a choice in how his life had gone? It was questionable. The Jade Emblem… he’d been there, once. When he was 20 and fresh faced, new to the city and new to a life of crime. He didn’t want to go, secretly, he found the world of stripping cruel and demeaning to women, but had forced himself as the other guys that worked in the same gang as him had insisted on it. And he wanted to fit in, he wanted to be liked, he wanted to be Emil Kertesz, feared man himself, the one who spent money recklessly without any regard for the feelings of others. So he went, and hated every second of it, until…

“I’ve been there.” He nodded, “Once. Only time I ever went to a place like that. I was… twenty.” Watching her twirl around the pole with ease, his mind cast itself back to those days. And the turning point in that night. A girl, one of the dancers, she was his age at the time. She had danced with him, left a little ribbon on his t-shirt. Surely… he wasn’t looking at that very same girl right now, was he? “Strip clubs? No. Women that move like you? Sometimes.” Biting his lip, he couldn’t deny how attractive she looked, his mouth ran dry as he watched her work around the metal strip. Her words made him roll his eyes, leaning back against the lounge with his arms outstretched on the back either side. “If you think I’m going to pay, you’re mistaken.” she was genuinely wanting money, he would refuse. Not that he was unwilling to share money, but he felt that was incredibly degrading of him to do something like that. And he wasn’t in a degrading move… yet. Pausing, his fingertips moved to the buttons of his black shirt. Undoing it slowly and pulling it open. Not yet slipping it off, his toned and muscular body was on display, six perfect abs, a defined torso, a strong chest. He knew she’d do whatever he wanted if he offered her something like that. “… Is that the sort of payment you’re looking for. I can increase my offer… if you’d like that.”

20:03 at on a Sunday night, the one night of the week that Emil’s nightclub was closed. The exclusive venue was situated in the tallest building in the city, a few levels below his own home (he lived on the top floor in the penthouse). The club was constantly bustling each nighg, full of politicans, businessmen and celebrities who wanted a night of expensive and hedonistic indulgence. It was famous for how… well, crazy it could get, but few ordinary folk saw behind the doors of the dark lounge itself. One of the not so ordinary few, however, who was getting a sneak and a look inside… was Asxra Guiterrez. The city’s favourite hero and Emil Kertesz’s favourite one night stand. Multiple night stand, perhaps.

It was always Asxra.

He wasn’t quite sure how or why, but that constant pull and attraction towards someone he was supposed to hate couldn’t be resisted. He indulged himself in her body, like cocaine on his lips, even though every time he asked himself — why her? Why was she the one of all women who made him feel this way? He couldn’t explain it. They were nothing like, worlds apart, shared nothing in common. But here she stood, in the club itself that evening, the man for some strange reason… giving her a tour.

“I’m surprised you’ve never been here.” His voice remained as monotone and strong as it always did, though still thick with the accent of his hometown. An area notorious for it’s crime and poverty, he’d never quite shaken the slang and the drawl of the region. “It gets kinda hectic sometimes.” The place was littered with bars, marbled decor, dark and dim lighting, jet black leather sofas. You could see out into the city from one side as huge windows replaced the walls, peering out onto the glistening skyline. It was beautiful.

“… Hectic suits you.”

[emilkertesz]

His smirk grew and he shrugged nonchalantly, almost as if to say that he knew what she would have said anyway. He knew the power he had over women and he especially knew the power he had over Asxra Guitterez. Some might say it was sickening… he thought it was a good time. “Mhm, I wanted to become an estate agent when I was a kid.” He joked back softly as she mentioned his keen skills in giving tours. Obviously, that was a joke. Emil, as a child, wanted to own an arcade, as he remembered the times when he was small that he would save the quarters he found and take them to the arcade on the other side of town. How much he enjoyed the machines and their beautiful neon colours. He was clearly always meant for business. Feeling her pat his chest, he quirked his eyebrow at her comments. “You know… I can tell when people are lying, Asxra.” It was a genuine gift he had.

As she explained her respect for dancers, the man nodded slowly. “I’d never judge someone for their profession… how can I?” He began slowly, glancing over towards the pole again. “Where I’m from, lots of women are forced into work like that… they don’t really have any other choice. Look at how I ended up.” As he gazed at the object, he definitely appreciated that having to work your body against such a thing was no easy task. It was intricate and required an intense core strength. Though, before he had time to make anymore comments, Emil watched the woman move away from his side and make her way over to the pole. First, he was confused, wondering what she was up to, but soon his eyes grew wide and glowed in surprise as she worked her body over the pole in such a graceful and delicate way, elongated movements as she twisted around the silver piece. Hitching his breath a little, he watched in awe, admiring how beautiful she was as he fell backwards onto one of the dark leather lounges with a soft thud. Something about how she moved… it looked so familiar, but he couldn’t place a finger on it. How strange. “You… you used to strip?” He asked in curiously, narrowing his eyes as he couldn’t move past the feeling of déjà vu. Shamelessly, he added, “Do it again.”

20:03 at on a Sunday night, the one night of the week that Emil’s nightclub was closed. The exclusive venue was situated in the tallest building in the city, a few levels below his own home (he lived on the top floor in the penthouse). The club was constantly bustling each nighg, full of politicans, businessmen and celebrities who wanted a night of expensive and hedonistic indulgence. It was famous for how… well, crazy it could get, but few ordinary folk saw behind the doors of the dark lounge itself. One of the not so ordinary few, however, who was getting a sneak and a look inside… was Asxra Guiterrez. The city’s favourite hero and Emil Kertesz’s favourite one night stand. Multiple night stand, perhaps.

It was always Asxra.

He wasn’t quite sure how or why, but that constant pull and attraction towards someone he was supposed to hate couldn’t be resisted. He indulged himself in her body, like cocaine on his lips, even though every time he asked himself — why her? Why was she the one of all women who made him feel this way? He couldn’t explain it. They were nothing like, worlds apart, shared nothing in common. But here she stood, in the club itself that evening, the man for some strange reason… giving her a tour.

“I’m surprised you’ve never been here.” His voice remained as monotone and strong as it always did, though still thick with the accent of his hometown. An area notorious for it’s crime and poverty, he’d never quite shaken the slang and the drawl of the region. “It gets kinda hectic sometimes.” The place was littered with bars, marbled decor, dark and dim lighting, jet black leather sofas. You could see out into the city from one side as huge windows replaced the walls, peering out onto the glistening skyline. It was beautiful.

“… Hectic suits you.”

[emilkertesz]

She was beautiful. She rivalled him in height, and thought he still stood taller at a giant 6’4”, Emil found her own presence incredibly attractive. She was accompanied by perfected curves on her body, from her hips to her chest to her behind, something of which she was more than accustomed to him grabbing and groping any moment he could. He couldn’t resist. Her general allure, dark hair and dual-toned eyes, olive skin and perfectly red lips. Her outfits of jet black decorated with silver and thick boots. He could never quite get over the sight of it. She explained her reasoning and he smirked softly. He was the reason she got more than another touches in her free time. “I see. You liked it when I did that to you, s’all.” The way he smirked was tempting, almost. Like the devil luring you in. His eyes, though brown, always seemed to have a glint of something fiery in them. His chiselled jawline matched his equally chiselled body. He was huge, to put it frank, in all aspects. His dark button shirt gripped his giant muscles tightly, arms folded over that emphasised his biceps, shoulders wide.

Rolling his eyes, playfully, he gave her a look. “Losing my touch?” He repeated, letting out a singular ‘tsk’ noise. Stepping closer to her so they were a metre or so apart; he tilted his head down towards her, something dangerously attractive in his eyes, “Yet here I am turning you on with a few, easy words.”

At her last question, he cast his eyes in the same direction she gazed at. It was a pole. Occasionally, the club hired dancers for the evening, though not very often. “Mhm.” He hummed, nodding slowly and making a slow pace towards it. “Sometimes we get a dancer or two in for the evening, yeah. Not often, though. They’re… rather picky.” He explained with a small shrug, glancing at the silver thing. He said it made the place look like a strip club, establishments he wasn’t overly keen on, for Emil didn’t enjoy the way they treated it’s workers — shocking, but the mafia don did actually care for the safety of women. But those helped him run the place had insisted that dancers brought an allure to the venue, so he had digressed. “Why?”

20:03 at on a Sunday night, the one night of the week that Emil’s nightclub was closed. The exclusive venue was situated in the tallest building in the city, a few levels below his own home (he lived on the top floor in the penthouse). The club was constantly bustling each nighg, full of politicans, businessmen and celebrities who wanted a night of expensive and hedonistic indulgence. It was famous for how… well, crazy it could get, but few ordinary folk saw behind the doors of the dark lounge itself. One of the not so ordinary few, however, who was getting a sneak and a look inside… was Asxra Guiterrez. The city’s favourite hero and Emil Kertesz’s favourite one night stand. Multiple night stand, perhaps.

It was always Asxra.

He wasn’t quite sure how or why, but that constant pull and attraction towards someone he was supposed to hate couldn’t be resisted. He indulged himself in her body, like cocaine on his lips, even though every time he asked himself — why her? Why was she the one of all women who made him feel this way? He couldn’t explain it. They were nothing like, worlds apart, shared nothing in common. But here she stood, in the club itself that evening, the man for some strange reason… giving her a tour.

“I’m surprised you’ve never been here.” His voice remained as monotone and strong as it always did, though still thick with the accent of his hometown. An area notorious for it’s crime and poverty, he’d never quite shaken the slang and the drawl of the region. “It gets kinda hectic sometimes.” The place was littered with bars, marbled decor, dark and dim lighting, jet black leather sofas. You could see out into the city from one side as huge windows replaced the walls, peering out onto the glistening skyline. It was beautiful.

“… Hectic suits you.”

[emilkertesz]

20:03 at on a Sunday night, the one night of the week that Emil’s nightclub was closed. The exclusive venue was situated in the tallest building in the city, a few levels below his own home (he lived on the top floor in the penthouse). The club was constantly bustling each nighg, full of politicans, businessmen and celebrities who wanted a night of expensive and hedonistic indulgence. It was famous for how… well, crazy it could get, but few ordinary folk saw behind the doors of the dark lounge itself. One of the not so ordinary few, however, who was getting a sneak and a look inside… was Asxra Guiterrez. The city’s favourite hero and Emil Kertesz’s favourite one night stand. Multiple night stand, perhaps.

It was always Asxra.

He wasn’t quite sure how or why, but that constant pull and attraction towards someone he was supposed to hate couldn’t be resisted. He indulged himself in her body, like cocaine on his lips, even though every time he asked himself — why her? Why was she the one of all women who made him feel this way? He couldn’t explain it. They were nothing like, worlds apart, shared nothing in common. But here she stood, in the club itself that evening, the man for some strange reason… giving her a tour.

“I’m surprised you’ve never been here.” His voice remained as monotone and strong as it always did, though still thick with the accent of his hometown. An area notorious for it’s crime and poverty, he’d never quite shaken the slang and the drawl of the region. “It gets kinda hectic sometimes.” The place was littered with bars, marbled decor, dark and dim lighting, jet black leather sofas. You could see out into the city from one side as huge windows replaced the walls, peering out onto the glistening skyline. It was beautiful.

“… Hectic suits you.”

[emilkertesz]

“I… didn’t know.” He admitted softly; the mafia Don believed all superheroes lived lavish lives, but only then did he realise that they weren’t exactly given a wage. This was all done from the kindness of their heart for most of them. “I presumed you got sponsored and government funding, things like that, you know?” Hearing her words on her father, he shrugged, almost defeated but he had nothing to say. He had no reason to defend the man. “… He was cruel. He’d hurt a five year old boy to make himself feel better. Everyone’s better off without him.” Hearing her add more details of her own story, he grew a little surprised when she told him she had killed them all. Asxra was a good person. Kind, giving… he hadn’t expected such a reaction from her. But to be tortured and assaulted by strangers over and over just for being who you were? He didn’t blame her or judge her in the slightest. “Good.” He said, confident in his words, almost a little proud, “They deserved it.”

But suddenly, Emil began to feel a little weird, everything was getting on top of him and becoming a little too much to handle. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all. Being left vulnerable and exposed, why had he ran his mouth like that? Now she knew practically everything bar one little (or big) secret. But ironically, Emil felt weakened; the discussion of his mother had sent him to spiral down into a place he tried so hard to avoid. God, he missed Faith more than anything in the world. He’d do anything to get her back. Not having a mother ruined someone… it had ruined him “Actually, uhm… I think it’s best if you left.” He muttered suddenly, frowning at the ground. Pulling his phone from her pocket, he was growing antsy, rubbing his hands over his arms slowly, before pressing a few buttons for a moment, “I can arrange for someone to drive you home. They’ll call when it’s ready.” He offered, “I… need to be alone.” With that, Emil said nothing else. He gave the woman a small nod before turning on his feet and walking in the other direction. Almost quickly, he returned to his bedroom, but after a brief moments silence, Asxra would hear the strangest things; delicate, gentle sobs. For the first time in years, literal years… Emil appeared to be crying. He didn’t understand the sudden rush of emotions he felt, he had no soul, how was this all happening? Why had talking to Asxra made him feel this way? She had almost… brought out the feelings in him. He didn’t know but he didn’t care. He simply sat on his bed, head his hands, crying quietly to himself.

His business plans ruined, yet again! Asxra was starting to become more of a pain in the ass than someone Emil hated, so many of business incomes were being thwarted by the irritant superhero, and yet here he was… unable to stop her. It wasn’t that Emil was weak by any many, plenty of this fine county’s heroes has fallen at his hands over the years, but there was something about Asxra that he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. Every time, he fell for how beautiful the enigma was. It was frustrating, and that’s what made her so irritating; he couldn’t stop the feeling.

He “worked” with other business partners in the city, trade deals, business connections, that sort of thing. By work, he meant that he threatened and blackmailed them into submission, always getting what he wanted, ruling this city with an iron fist. It’s businessmen, celebrities, politicians, the whole lot. But this time, yet again, there she was, in her stupid little outfit, with her stupid comments that made him grit his teeth, saving the day, and leaving him penniless. It was infuriating. However, he had played it smart; Emil was no fool and this was no ordinary business deal, it was a trap. And he had her right where he wanted her, his goons somehow managing to knock her out, taking her back to his penthouse. Not before she had managed to leave a nasty gash on his chest.

Now they were alone. He had ordered his men to leave. She was tied to a chair in his main office, knocked out, but had finally awoken from the mess. Emil, a glass of whiskey in his hand, had undone his shirt to see the wound properly; a large bloody gash spanned his chest, making him wince, all because of her. “You never seemed to mind your fucking business, do you?” He grumbled, pacing back and forth before slamming the glass on the table. Shaking his head, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, pressing his hands against the desk and wincing slightly; he was healing himself, one of the many gifts given to him by The Man himself. As he did so, his very large back muscles tensed, his equally large arms doing the same, jaw clenching as the gash slowly disappeared until there wasn’t a single scratch. Just a perfectly carved body, full of muscle and ink. Looking back at her, his glare deepened, picking up the glass and finishing the last of his drink, “Now look at you. Stuck.”

[emilkertesz]

“Yeah. Big shot lawyer soon… Watch, if there’s anyone who’s gonna take me down, it’s gonna be him. Accidentally.” The thought shook him for a moment; if there was one person he was scared of losing, it was August. He loved superheroes and everything that was just, knowing his brother was the cause of so many’s demise, the reason crime was so powerful in the city. It would kill him. “Is he?” He squinted, and sure enough, his brother wore the emblem of her logo. He looked over at the woman, and offered a small smile, “You sadly made no profit for that shirt. I stole it for him.” They had no money but Emil wanted August to have those luxuries he desired. So he had stolen the shirt from the store. Staring at the photo for just a while longer, he nodded slowly, embracing her delicate touch on his skin, “… It’s okay.” He muttered slowly, “It’s fine, he’s gone now; I killed him. Found out what he did and burned his house down.” Brutal and harsh, somewhat… uncertain, was murdering a murderer the right thing to do? Maybe. In this case, however, Samuel offered nothing but cruelty to the world. To his wife, his sons, anyone around him. Was that a life that deserved to live? Probably not. “She’s resting easy now.” Her body had been founded, reburied with a proper service, honourable to who she was as a person. Emil visited her grave often. Sat there for hours in moments of quiet, simply talking, praying for a response. Anything. The afterlife existed, he knew it, souls were real… he just didn’t have one. But that meant he knew she was okay, somewhere.

And now she was opening up. Not one to talk about feelings and experiences much, Emil was starting to feel a little itchy with how this was all making him feel. He didn’t why he had opened up so much but he was beginning to regret it massively — they were opening up old wounds and allowing others to see his vulnerabilities. He hated this. However, he would listen to her story, listen to what she had to say, his face turning to that of a frown as she explained. He knew she was from somewhere far beyond the human eye, she wasn’t even human, but it was fascinating, he had to admit. What wasn’t fascinating, and instead was horrifying, was the anecdotes she had. Torture, abuse and sexual assault. Emil was a morally wrong man, had done many things in his life, but he couldn’t stand for the latter. Having never done such a thing, it made his stomach turn a little. “I… I’m sorry you went through all of that.” He muttered, “… and I… and I’m glad you escaped of that. I hope they never found what they wanted.” His eyes wandered to the faded but painful scar on her body. “I have scars too. We all do.” Gesturing to his left forearm, there were burn marks. “Cigarettes.” His father’s doing when he was a teenager. “Life’s shit, Asxra… let’s admit it.”

His business plans ruined, yet again! Asxra was starting to become more of a pain in the ass than someone Emil hated, so many of business incomes were being thwarted by the irritant superhero, and yet here he was… unable to stop her. It wasn’t that Emil was weak by any many, plenty of this fine county’s heroes has fallen at his hands over the years, but there was something about Asxra that he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. Every time, he fell for how beautiful the enigma was. It was frustrating, and that’s what made her so irritating; he couldn’t stop the feeling.

He “worked” with other business partners in the city, trade deals, business connections, that sort of thing. By work, he meant that he threatened and blackmailed them into submission, always getting what he wanted, ruling this city with an iron fist. It’s businessmen, celebrities, politicians, the whole lot. But this time, yet again, there she was, in her stupid little outfit, with her stupid comments that made him grit his teeth, saving the day, and leaving him penniless. It was infuriating. However, he had played it smart; Emil was no fool and this was no ordinary business deal, it was a trap. And he had her right where he wanted her, his goons somehow managing to knock her out, taking her back to his penthouse. Not before she had managed to leave a nasty gash on his chest.

Now they were alone. He had ordered his men to leave. She was tied to a chair in his main office, knocked out, but had finally awoken from the mess. Emil, a glass of whiskey in his hand, had undone his shirt to see the wound properly; a large bloody gash spanned his chest, making him wince, all because of her. “You never seemed to mind your fucking business, do you?” He grumbled, pacing back and forth before slamming the glass on the table. Shaking his head, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, pressing his hands against the desk and wincing slightly; he was healing himself, one of the many gifts given to him by The Man himself. As he did so, his very large back muscles tensed, his equally large arms doing the same, jaw clenching as the gash slowly disappeared until there wasn’t a single scratch. Just a perfectly carved body, full of muscle and ink. Looking back at her, his glare deepened, picking up the glass and finishing the last of his drink, “Now look at you. Stuck.”

[emilkertesz]

“… You can stay. For a bit.” He huffed, folding his arms over and rolling his eyes at the woman. But this was him almost allowing her into his life a little. “Just… don’t get used to it. And don’t touch anything! You love breaking my expensive stuff.” Looking back at the photo, he nodded at her confusion, noticing the saddened expression on her face. “We ran away when I graduated. Our dad was…” How could you describe Samuel Kertesz? He was vile, “… We didn’t have a happy home. It was unsafe, and I hated the thought of my brother living somewhere like that. So we ran away and uhm, I stole that van from this car dealership one night. Couldn’t afford to rent anywhere so… we lived there for a while whilst I tried finding work.” He explained. “He loved it. Thought it was exciting, living in that.”

“August has no idea of what I had to do to get here. Of what I still do. It would break him… but I’ll do anything so he can have a better life than I did… You know he’s studying to be a lawyer?” How ironic, considering who his brother was, “Rather funny, I think. But he’ll be good at it. He’s kind and driven and wants the best in this world.” If August ever discovered Emil’s real job, it would kill him. But… lab rat. What did she mean by that? Emil could tell she didn’t want to expand but he also didn’t forget a comment like that so easily. Shaking his head slowly, he declined, “It’s in the garage, if you so desire to see it. But… no. No changes, the van stays as it is; it reminds me of where I came from, how far I’ve come.” He explained with a nod, pulling at his t-shirt. “That’s my mother. She was beautiful. She was everything that was good in this world.” He nodded, a hint of warmth hitting his heart at the idea of their eyes being the same colour. It was like she was still with him, in a way. He smiled briefly at the mentions of his mothers disapproval; yes, she would be proud of his hardwork and drive, his willingness to support and protect his brother. But she would be saddened knowing her son had become a cruel empty shell of his former self. His smile dropped. “She died.” He said softly, his voice always grew gentle at the mention of his mother. His eyes focused on the photo still as he felt her thumb run over his jaw… somehow for once he didn’t move away, didn’t complain. He for once needed the touch, it seemed. “My father killed her.” He bit his lip, feeling himself grow almost nauseous at the thought. His heart ached knowing what her final moments were. Faith had been packing bags for herself, Emil and August, deciding that had wanted to escape from their abusive home and seek refuge in a women’s protection shelter, taking them with her. But his father had caught her and grown angered, killed her in a fit of rage. Buried her in the forest and said she’d ran away and left everyone behind. How did you move on from something like that. “She’s at peace now. Away from his abuse.” But oh, how Emil missed her so bad.

His business plans ruined, yet again! Asxra was starting to become more of a pain in the ass than someone Emil hated, so many of business incomes were being thwarted by the irritant superhero, and yet here he was… unable to stop her. It wasn’t that Emil was weak by any many, plenty of this fine county’s heroes has fallen at his hands over the years, but there was something about Asxra that he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. Every time, he fell for how beautiful the enigma was. It was frustrating, and that’s what made her so irritating; he couldn’t stop the feeling.

He “worked” with other business partners in the city, trade deals, business connections, that sort of thing. By work, he meant that he threatened and blackmailed them into submission, always getting what he wanted, ruling this city with an iron fist. It’s businessmen, celebrities, politicians, the whole lot. But this time, yet again, there she was, in her stupid little outfit, with her stupid comments that made him grit his teeth, saving the day, and leaving him penniless. It was infuriating. However, he had played it smart; Emil was no fool and this was no ordinary business deal, it was a trap. And he had her right where he wanted her, his goons somehow managing to knock her out, taking her back to his penthouse. Not before she had managed to leave a nasty gash on his chest.

Now they were alone. He had ordered his men to leave. She was tied to a chair in his main office, knocked out, but had finally awoken from the mess. Emil, a glass of whiskey in his hand, had undone his shirt to see the wound properly; a large bloody gash spanned his chest, making him wince, all because of her. “You never seemed to mind your fucking business, do you?” He grumbled, pacing back and forth before slamming the glass on the table. Shaking his head, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, pressing his hands against the desk and wincing slightly; he was healing himself, one of the many gifts given to him by The Man himself. As he did so, his very large back muscles tensed, his equally large arms doing the same, jaw clenching as the gash slowly disappeared until there wasn’t a single scratch. Just a perfectly carved body, full of muscle and ink. Looking back at her, his glare deepened, picking up the glass and finishing the last of his drink, “Now look at you. Stuck.”

[emilkertesz]

He had done it again. Emil had fallen victim to Asxra’s touch, the only time he was a victim of anything. It was so hard to resist her glow, she was like ecstasy, dangerous yet addictive all at once. They had spent the rest of evening against each other, raw motions, raw words, raw everything. It had felt like hours and seconds all at once, it was his favourite feeling of all. And then after everything he had drifted into a peaceful sleep. With her beside him… strange. In these moments, gone was the stern and heartless man, and replaced him was a quiet and tired soul, eyes closed as his mind wandered through his many dreams. Eventually awakening from his slumber, he rubbed his eyes and glanced to the side, noticing she had disappeared. Maybe she had left. Rising after a moment, he pulled on some shorts, a black t-shirt, walking out to see if she was still around. “Oh… you’re still here.” There she was. And there he was, always a blunt one even if he didn’t mean to be. He simply wasn’t the most keen on others snooping around his private property, especially when it was the woman so hellbent on taking him down. Though, the more Emil found himself in her company, the more he wondered if she was really trying to take him down, or if she just liked to see him. And vice versa. Moving to stand beside her, he noticed the shirt of his that she was wearing and where her eyes seemed to be focused on. Something personal.

Staring at the photo, Emil went quiet for a moment. His eyes gazed over at the face of his nineteen year old self, seeing the youth and naivety in his eyes. He bore a weak smile on his face but held his little brother tightly, August grinned brightly whilst holding one of his toys. How little he understood of what was to come in the future, who he would become. “It is.” He nodded slowly, turning to look at the woman, “I was… nineteen? when this was taken. August and I had just moved to the city, after I… uhm…” after he sold his soul away. But he didn’t want to divulge into such topics right now. No one knew of his secret, not even his brother. “See that beat up van in the background? We lived in that, it was all we could afford at the time; Bianco didn’t pay his thugs that much.” He explained his humble past clearly, “Boys from Brentwood don’t tend to make it as far this.” He gestured to his home momentarily. Brentwood, a town on the outskirts of the city, infamous for it’s poverty and notorious for it’s crime. Emil’s hometown, not many got out. Then, his eyes fell to the photo beside that one; a photo of a woman holding her two children in her arms, one a new born baby, and another who looked about ten. She was beautiful, warm eyes and a gentle smile, practically glowing as her eyes were focused on the two boys. Her arms wrapped around them tightly. Emil’s mother, Faith, his brother and himself. Asxra would see it in his expression, the pain that fell into his eyes, a brief moment of emotion for a man without a soul; he missed his mother so greatly, he longed for the day where he would meet her again. She was everything that was good in this world, and someone had ripped her away. It hurt him so much. There were no signs of his father in his home, in Emil’s eyes, he didn’t exist.

His business plans ruined, yet again! Asxra was starting to become more of a pain in the ass than someone Emil hated, so many of business incomes were being thwarted by the irritant superhero, and yet here he was… unable to stop her. It wasn’t that Emil was weak by any many, plenty of this fine county’s heroes has fallen at his hands over the years, but there was something about Asxra that he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. Every time, he fell for how beautiful the enigma was. It was frustrating, and that’s what made her so irritating; he couldn’t stop the feeling.

He “worked” with other business partners in the city, trade deals, business connections, that sort of thing. By work, he meant that he threatened and blackmailed them into submission, always getting what he wanted, ruling this city with an iron fist. It’s businessmen, celebrities, politicians, the whole lot. But this time, yet again, there she was, in her stupid little outfit, with her stupid comments that made him grit his teeth, saving the day, and leaving him penniless. It was infuriating. However, he had played it smart; Emil was no fool and this was no ordinary business deal, it was a trap. And he had her right where he wanted her, his goons somehow managing to knock her out, taking her back to his penthouse. Not before she had managed to leave a nasty gash on his chest.

Now they were alone. He had ordered his men to leave. She was tied to a chair in his main office, knocked out, but had finally awoken from the mess. Emil, a glass of whiskey in his hand, had undone his shirt to see the wound properly; a large bloody gash spanned his chest, making him wince, all because of her. “You never seemed to mind your fucking business, do you?” He grumbled, pacing back and forth before slamming the glass on the table. Shaking his head, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, pressing his hands against the desk and wincing slightly; he was healing himself, one of the many gifts given to him by The Man himself. As he did so, his very large back muscles tensed, his equally large arms doing the same, jaw clenching as the gash slowly disappeared until there wasn’t a single scratch. Just a perfectly carved body, full of muscle and ink. Looking back at her, his glare deepened, picking up the glass and finishing the last of his drink, “Now look at you. Stuck.”

[emilkertesz]

How much longer was Asxra going to do this? Knowing her, probably forever, leaving Emil waiting, teasing him, dragging things out, it was practically one of her favourite hobbies. Well, at least it was now. He was so eager for him to be inside her, so eager to fill her up, make her even more soaking, if that still possible, but yet… she waited. She sat on his lap and held his dick almost too comfortably, too casually, messing him around. He needed more than this and he needed it as soon as possible. And she somehow got him excited! The feeling of inserting herself on his dick made the man let out a breathless sigh, relishing in the feeling, but before he even had chance to adjust, it was gone again, making him groan and bite his lip. “Fucking hell.” He hissed, his grip around her face tightening just a little in frustration. “Stop being a fucking brat.” He added, feeling how her lips ran over his skin.

He really wasn’t liking that so much anymore, he pulled her into yet another harsh kiss, breathing against her lips, craving something more so badly. And then she did it again; but he was almost too skeptical to relax, all he could do was stare over her eyes as she laughed, bracing himself for the next tease or taunt to arrive. Good boy. He was anything but. He had never been called such a thing, it made him lean in towards her, quirking an eyebrow, “Good boy? I can ruin you.” He muttered with a smirk, but before he had much else to say, she was moving away. And boy, did he suddenly get excited; his eyes widened eagerly at her new position, her perfectly rounded ass in the equally perfect position, drooling as he got himself comfier. And then she started the rhythms again, and all he could do was lean back and indulge in the sensations, breathing loudly as her ass moved against him. “Fuck…” He dragged the word out slowly, leaning his head back and clenching onto the sofa for a moment with his hands, the room filled with nothing but her moans, the claps and his breathing. Shaking his head, he felt himself reaching a higher point of ecstasy, beginning to slap her ass harshly with his hand again, biting his lip, “harder.” He demanded, “Go. Harder.”

His business plans ruined, yet again! Asxra was starting to become more of a pain in the ass than someone Emil hated, so many of business incomes were being thwarted by the irritant superhero, and yet here he was… unable to stop her. It wasn’t that Emil was weak by any many, plenty of this fine county’s heroes has fallen at his hands over the years, but there was something about Asxra that he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. Every time, he fell for how beautiful the enigma was. It was frustrating, and that’s what made her so irritating; he couldn’t stop the feeling.

He “worked” with other business partners in the city, trade deals, business connections, that sort of thing. By work, he meant that he threatened and blackmailed them into submission, always getting what he wanted, ruling this city with an iron fist. It’s businessmen, celebrities, politicians, the whole lot. But this time, yet again, there she was, in her stupid little outfit, with her stupid comments that made him grit his teeth, saving the day, and leaving him penniless. It was infuriating. However, he had played it smart; Emil was no fool and this was no ordinary business deal, it was a trap. And he had her right where he wanted her, his goons somehow managing to knock her out, taking her back to his penthouse. Not before she had managed to leave a nasty gash on his chest.

Now they were alone. He had ordered his men to leave. She was tied to a chair in his main office, knocked out, but had finally awoken from the mess. Emil, a glass of whiskey in his hand, had undone his shirt to see the wound properly; a large bloody gash spanned his chest, making him wince, all because of her. “You never seemed to mind your fucking business, do you?” He grumbled, pacing back and forth before slamming the glass on the table. Shaking his head, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, pressing his hands against the desk and wincing slightly; he was healing himself, one of the many gifts given to him by The Man himself. As he did so, his very large back muscles tensed, his equally large arms doing the same, jaw clenching as the gash slowly disappeared until there wasn’t a single scratch. Just a perfectly carved body, full of muscle and ink. Looking back at her, his glare deepened, picking up the glass and finishing the last of his drink, “Now look at you. Stuck.”

[emilkertesz]

“You underestimate me.” The boss wasn’t some pathetic teenage boy who came from a two-second blow. Maybe many years ago when he actually was a teenager, desperate enough for anything. But wIth Asxra, things were different; he knew good patience and knew that savouring himself would be worth it in the end. It always was when it was with her. The large man watched her rise to her feet, tie her hair back, turn around — the sight made his eyes widen a little. Always one to love the curves of the ass, his vision ogled the sight and was almost drooling. He reached out, his hand running over it slowly for a moment. Emil didn’t like showing his weaknesses, his needs, his desires. The fact he had to beg for what he wanted was killing the man internally but for one… he surrendered. He did as she asked. His body stiffened slightly at her actions, watching her sit down on his lap almost comfortably. Both his hands moved around her chest and grabbing each boob harshly, one finger on each moving around the nippple slowly. Who said he couldn’t appreciate those as well? “I want you so bad.” He breathed softly, eyes closing again as she moved against his neck, “I want you so fucking bad. Let me fucking inside you.” His teeth were gritted, feeling how she moved his dick against her entrance slowly. God, the soft motions were killing him, how much longer could he take before he caved? She was in the perfect position. “Bounce on it. I wanna you to fucking destroy it.” He hissed, pulling her face up so he could kiss her again. Long, burning, harsh. That was the only way he knew how. “Do it. Fucking do it.”

His business plans ruined, yet again! Asxra was starting to become more of a pain in the ass than someone Emil hated, so many of business incomes were being thwarted by the irritant superhero, and yet here he was… unable to stop her. It wasn’t that Emil was weak by any many, plenty of this fine county’s heroes has fallen at his hands over the years, but there was something about Asxra that he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. Every time, he fell for how beautiful the enigma was. It was frustrating, and that’s what made her so irritating; he couldn’t stop the feeling.

He “worked” with other business partners in the city, trade deals, business connections, that sort of thing. By work, he meant that he threatened and blackmailed them into submission, always getting what he wanted, ruling this city with an iron fist. It’s businessmen, celebrities, politicians, the whole lot. But this time, yet again, there she was, in her stupid little outfit, with her stupid comments that made him grit his teeth, saving the day, and leaving him penniless. It was infuriating. However, he had played it smart; Emil was no fool and this was no ordinary business deal, it was a trap. And he had her right where he wanted her, his goons somehow managing to knock her out, taking her back to his penthouse. Not before she had managed to leave a nasty gash on his chest.

Now they were alone. He had ordered his men to leave. She was tied to a chair in his main office, knocked out, but had finally awoken from the mess. Emil, a glass of whiskey in his hand, had undone his shirt to see the wound properly; a large bloody gash spanned his chest, making him wince, all because of her. “You never seemed to mind your fucking business, do you?” He grumbled, pacing back and forth before slamming the glass on the table. Shaking his head, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, pressing his hands against the desk and wincing slightly; he was healing himself, one of the many gifts given to him by The Man himself. As he did so, his very large back muscles tensed, his equally large arms doing the same, jaw clenching as the gash slowly disappeared until there wasn’t a single scratch. Just a perfectly carved body, full of muscle and ink. Looking back at her, his glare deepened, picking up the glass and finishing the last of his drink, “Now look at you. Stuck.”

[emilkertesz]

Emil waited. And watched. No, stared. He ogled her perfect body, admiring the tall goddess for every inch and curve she had to her name. He didn’t know why he always seemed to end up in her company; the mafia man had spent the evening with vast amounts of women over the years, but none he cared for. None he ever saw again. But Asxra… she was different. How did she torment a man with no soul this way, make him beg for more, always come running back? Watching her from a distance, he tilted his head slightly as he watched her fall right into his trap, moving his shoulders back a little to prepare himself. And there she was, vanishing and reappearing in front of him in the blink of an eye. He instinctively moved his head closer to her as she leaned down, but his arms remained where they were resting on the side. “I thought you loved it when I got angry.” He mumbled in response, knowing it to be true; he knew how much his aggression turned her on, wasn’t it hot seeing a man beat someone up? Getting comfortable as his back hit the sofa, he let her lips run over his skin, feeling her hand begin to work magic over his dick, making the man let out a breathless sigh. Fuck, fuck, fuck… the one word running through his head, though he didn’t say it out loud, not wanting her to know she had destroyed him that quickly. He watched her move down and knew exactly where it was going. Exactly what she was gonna do. Kisses to his chest, his abs, his… Oh. She was blowing him. And holy shit, did it feel good — he leaned his head back against the sofa, biting his lip and letting out a rhythm of gasps, eyes closing for a moment. How did she do it? How did she do these things so easily, so confidently, so… everything. Looking back, he saw the way her eyes glanced him, making him move a hand around then back of her neck under her hair, moving her head against him more quickly. “Holy…” he whispered, picking up the pace with his hand, “… Shit!”

His business plans ruined, yet again! Asxra was starting to become more of a pain in the ass than someone Emil hated, so many of business incomes were being thwarted by the irritant superhero, and yet here he was… unable to stop her. It wasn’t that Emil was weak by any many, plenty of this fine county’s heroes has fallen at his hands over the years, but there was something about Asxra that he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. Every time, he fell for how beautiful the enigma was. It was frustrating, and that’s what made her so irritating; he couldn’t stop the feeling.

He “worked” with other business partners in the city, trade deals, business connections, that sort of thing. By work, he meant that he threatened and blackmailed them into submission, always getting what he wanted, ruling this city with an iron fist. It’s businessmen, celebrities, politicians, the whole lot. But this time, yet again, there she was, in her stupid little outfit, with her stupid comments that made him grit his teeth, saving the day, and leaving him penniless. It was infuriating. However, he had played it smart; Emil was no fool and this was no ordinary business deal, it was a trap. And he had her right where he wanted her, his goons somehow managing to knock her out, taking her back to his penthouse. Not before she had managed to leave a nasty gash on his chest.

Now they were alone. He had ordered his men to leave. She was tied to a chair in his main office, knocked out, but had finally awoken from the mess. Emil, a glass of whiskey in his hand, had undone his shirt to see the wound properly; a large bloody gash spanned his chest, making him wince, all because of her. “You never seemed to mind your fucking business, do you?” He grumbled, pacing back and forth before slamming the glass on the table. Shaking his head, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, pressing his hands against the desk and wincing slightly; he was healing himself, one of the many gifts given to him by The Man himself. As he did so, his very large back muscles tensed, his equally large arms doing the same, jaw clenching as the gash slowly disappeared until there wasn’t a single scratch. Just a perfectly carved body, full of muscle and ink. Looking back at her, his glare deepened, picking up the glass and finishing the last of his drink, “Now look at you. Stuck.”