Lions, Tigers, and Vampires
by Molech
Rome, Third century AD
Somewhere near the Tiber Lucius walked through the dark streets of Rome. His stride confident, unafraid of the sinister alleyways he passed. He exuded dignity and his dress clearly distinguished him as a man of means. On closer inspection you would be forgiven for faltering in greeting the man, as his eyes were cold, dead. At the tender age of 300 he was already a master vampire - his origins a well-guarded secret and cruelty infamous even with his own kind.
He had returned to Rome a few months ago. The draw of the blood was just too great a temptation. The provinces were easy prey for a vampire, but there was something to be said for civilisation and the lure of Rome itself was strong. Everywhere he had turned that day, every inn and every bathhouse was buzzing with the news of the upcoming fights. In a city that had celebrated the arena for so long it felt almost festive and fresh.
Lucius thought about the man, the gladiator, no, the General that was on everyone's lips. He had seen him fight a couple of times. The rage and passion he saw made him stir with memories. Suddenly he noted a rapid heartbeat from the alley ahead. A smirk came to his lips. Dinner had once again come to him. It was almost too easy.
"Give me that ring if you want to live" came the threat and the glint of a knife reflected off the stars. Lucius felt like yawning, he didn't have time to play with his food. He smiled at his would-be assailant and moved with incredible speed to his side. Before the man could blink, Lucius was holding him and drinking his blood. The death was quick. The vampire moved on, leaving the body dumped in the alleyway. No one would think twice about it. It was just another death in a city that killed hundreds for entertainment. He knew he liked Rome for a reason - you didn't even have to clean up after yourself.
His thoughts turned back to the Spaniard. The young emperor was planning something special and Lucius was going to make sure Maximus survived. Well, long enough to become one of his children.
Somewhere in the prisons by the arena Maximus stirred in his sleep. He was dreaming of his family again. They were waiting for him and he was trying to tell them he'd be home soon. Suddenly his eyes flew open. Someone was shaking him and calling his name. "Maximus! Maximus! Wake up!" The voice was not familiar though the face appeared friendly.
"What do you want?" He asked abruptly as he sat up - fully awake in an instant. The young man backed away, as if ashamed at having touched him in such a common manner.
"I have a message for you General" he said, taking on a formal tone as he waited for acknowledgement before proceeding.
"What is it?" Maximus appeared amused. He was sitting in a cell, a slave, a man fighting daily for his life, and yet this child still addressed him by that title, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
"My master sends you this," he paused as he pulled out a dagger, "and wishes you luck in the fight tomorrow." Maximus looked at the weapon, he had flinched just slightly as the blade appeared. He knew one so young and innocent could deliver death just as easily as a trained assassin. Now that the hilt was extended for him to grasp, he noticed how beautiful the dagger really was. It was encrusted with stones, yet smooth to the touch. It had been years since he had seen such craftsmanship.
"Who is your master?" He asked, "That you can come in here as freely as if it was a tavern?" He was now holding the blade, pointing it at the young man.
A smile appeared on the boys' lips, "He was a general once, like you Sir." "And he is a general no more, like me." Maximus sighed in understanding. The boys' smile broadened to reveal, what Maximus could only describe as fangs. His eyes grew round in surprise and the boy suddenly lost the grin that revealed his teeth. There appeared to be a silent understanding between them. The boy nodded courteously and backed out of the cell, his eyes never leaving Maximus' face. At the door he turned and whispered, "He is nothing like you. Beware."
"Strange" Maximus spoke out loud just to reassure himself he wasn't dreaming. He was alone again and the dagger weighed heavy in his hand. He took a closer look at it. One of the rubies reflected the warm glow of the fires outside the narrow window. Was it his imagination or had the child's eyes turned red as he spoke the warning? Beware of what? There were so many things to be wary of he didn't need midnight visits to add to them.
Outside the door the guard stirred. He had a pain in his neck. Falling asleep on duty happened from time to time but rarely did it hurt so much when he woke up. He looked in on their prized inmate, "Can't sleep?" He asked, not even pretending to care. In return he got a look that would have made him run, if it wasn't for the fact the man was behind bars.
Maximus couldn't help smiling at the guards' reaction to his glare. It distracted him for a second from recalling the exact appearance of his visitor. There was something unearthly about the boy and he couldn't place it. He took out the little figurines of his wife and son and studied them as if the faces were true representations of his loved ones. His dead loved ones. The face of the young man kept coming back to him. Fangs instead of teeth and eyes, blue one minute, glowing the next. Maybe he was going mad? He kissed the figures and tried to go back to sleep. In a few hours, he'd be meeting Cicero and on his way to freedom.
Next day in the arena
Lucius stood in the shadows waiting for the fight to begin. He was a solitary figure, who blended in with the shadows...and the brickwork. Last night he had worn crimson, now he wore the lighter cream cotton, that hardly differed from the stones of the coliseum.
He had a good view of the place. The crowds were undistinguishable from previous occasions, a mixture of soldiers, traders, slaves and citizens. The chant of 'Maximus' spread across the arena. He liked it. It was wondrous to his ears.
Lucius was practised enough to confidently move around during the daytime. There was always an element of risk attached to excursions in sunlight hours but lately the boredom was becoming unbearable and this was entertainment. An evil glint lit his eye. The emperor never played fair, so the fight would prove doubly interesting.
Lucius recalled the disastrous escape attempt of the night before and knew the dagger was now in the right hands. He needed only to wait for the play to unfold.
Below the arena
Commodus appeared before the chained gladiator. The contrast could not be more pronounced. The white knight, dressed in rich silk and velvet standing before the fallen hero, ragged and in chains. Maximus wondered if that was really the correct imagery.
The emperor leaned towards him and suddenly a sharp pain ripped through his flesh. A gasp escaped Maximus' lips and he barely caught the glimmer of rubies on the hilt of the offending weapon. "Where you hoping to use this on me?" Commodus spat out in hatred, loud enough for only the Gladiator to hear. He did not know where Maximus had got such a dagger from but he suspected his beautiful sister was the likeliest source. He would not hesitate to tell her what weapon really killed her lover.
"Cover his wound and strap on his armour" followed an order as the emperor stepped away. He was ready to fight.
Back at the arena
The smell of blood was intoxicating. Lucius smiled to himself - it was like letting Nero close to a naked flame. The sand was soaked with the precious liquid, which slowly evaporating under the rays of the bright, warm sun. He stood well away from those rays, even as the spilled blood called to his demon.
The fight was taking place. One skilled swordsman fighting for his empire against a soldier hell-bent on murder, revenge and Lucius suspected, justice too. The odds were not in Maximus' favour but the vampire knew something no one else in the arena was aware of. It had nothing to do with the style of fighting, urge for death or even desire to succeed. It did have everything to do with a certain dagger, which was coated with a substance unique in its influence on the human body. It simulated death by slowing down the body's heartbeat and breathing. It was perfect, as long as Maximus disposed of Commodus before he completely lost control of his limbs.
Lucius positively grinned as 'his' dagger found its way through the emperors' throat. That was a wound even he wouldn't be able to remedy. He made a mental note to recover the dagger later, as it was part of a pair. The other one had the distinction of belonging (at least for a while) to a certain Brutus.
Villa on the outskirts of Rome just after sunset
Maximus opened his eyes. He was expecting to see his wife and son, and to be lying on his wedding bed in his own home, in the heart of Spain. Instead he was in a dark room with only a single soft light beside his bed. It illuminated a sumptuous bedroom but left plenty of shadows.
He felt strange. Not alive, yet not dead. He felt a hunger, a craving never before experienced and strangely enough, as surprised as he was, he did not feel alarmed. Someone was watching him. He felt that too.
"Who are you?" He asked in a low voice that resembled a growl.
Lucius emerged from the surrounding shadows, "I am Lucius," he simply said, placing an arm on Maximus' shoulder. The action was so sudden and unexpected, that Maximus cringed despite himself. Lucius smiled reassuringly. He was a patient vampire, when it suited him. He had such great plans for the gladiator that he had to do this right. The look on Maximus' face betrayed that he'd need more information than just a name.
"You are a guest in my home, Maximus." Lucius spoke slowly. "The emperor is dead." In his thoughts he added, "and so are you." But that was no way to greet his new child into the fold.
"My wound was mortal."
"Not quite." An involuntary smirk appeared on his face. Maximus still had a choice whether to die or live the life of an immortal. Whatever his choice though, Lucius still planned on "fathering" a new child, it was growing weary facing eternity without a worthy companion.
Sunnydale, Late Twentieth Century
Willow poked her head through the Library door scanning the room for any sign of Giles. She wanted to get a book on Witchcraft she just knew he'd object to lending to someone other than well, himself. It was going good so far, the door did not creak and she didn't hear any noise coming from the office, though the slight ringing in her ears might have had more to do with that. She was a bit nervous.
Willow trotted carefully across the short distance from the door to the issue desk, taking cover as a rustle reached her from within the office. Damn, Giles was there and when she heard voices, she realised he wasn't alone. She knew Buffy was in class and Xander was definitely NOT in the Library. It had to be someone else in with Giles and so Willow considered her options. She could sneak back out and attempt the book "recovery" later or she could succumb to the growing curiosity and find out to whom Giles was talking to. For that she'd need an excuse! Borrowing a book, well, not the one she really wanted but any other.... It was after all a Library!
She straightened out and went for the direct approach. "Gi...!" Her exclamation froze in her throat as she came face to face with a strange man. A strange man with curly blond hair that needed a trim and an impish smile plastered to his lips.
He didn't seem surprised to see her there, in fact he winked at her before turning to the office and saying, "Rupert, you have a student here."
Giles came out of the office and the frown quickly changed into a smile as he recognised Willow. "Willow! What can I do for you?" They did not have a research session scheduled, so he hoped nothing had cropped up. Especially since his old friend Nick was standing right there....
"I came to borrow a book." Willow replied, blushing. The man was staring at her strangely.
Willow felt butterflies of a different kind start to fly around in her stomach. The man kept staring at her and she felt herself begin to get hypnotised, things were not going well. She needed to get a grip and focus on what Giles was saying to her.
"... and this is my old friend Nick, visiting from Toronto for a couple of weeks." Willow snapped to attention as the last part of Giles' sentence filtered through to her brain.
"Nice to meet you, Nick." Willow extended her hand.
"Pleasure to meet you, Willow." Nick took her hand and held it for what liked seemed an eternity. He had cold hands and Willow suddenly saw hazard lights go off in her head.
"You're a vampire!" She shrieked, backing away slowly, confused by the lack of reaction on either mans' part. She would have expected Giles to at least rise an eyebrow and Nick the Vampire not to be smirking at her.
"Willow, its OK." Giles interceded, silently congratulating himself on his students' observational skills. Few people, even with the knowledge of vampires, would have been able to tell Nick was a vampire. "He's a good vampire." The Watcher found himself saying, as if to a 5 year old.
Willow's face was now totally flushed and a confused, "Oh..." escaped her lips. Her eyes did not appear convinced as she examined Nick's figure from head to toe. She came to the conclusion he had a good body. OK, so he looked good in jeans and that twinkle in his eye did not bode well. His chest did rise and fall though, she'd have to ask him about that later, if she got the chance.
"Do I pass muster, Willow?" Nick asked quietly, amused by the girls silent inspection. Not since the time when he woke up on Natalie's autopsy table had anyone paid so much attention to him. He returned the favour, starting at her sandal-clad feet, passing by the flowery skirt, lingering round her midriff exposed by the short green top, which higher up did little to disguise the fact she was not wearing a bra. Nick quickly looked at her face and noticed she was still staring at his chest. The observant girl had noticed him breathing!
"I have a few questions." Willow smiled at him, her visual assessment over. "Giles, how are you going to explain this to Buffy?" She asked turning to the Librarian.
"You're right, I'll wait till everyone is here so I don't have to repeat myself." Giles smiled back, knowing the girl would not have the patience to wait that long.
"And that would make a first for you..." Nick played off Willow's burgeoning exasperation, eliciting an involuntary snort from the redhead and a glare from the Librarian. They really had been friends for a long time, so a few insults could be forgiven, easily.
"It's simple, Willow." Nick realised he loved the sound of her name. "I'm just a bit older than a lot of vampires." And too old to fall for someone like you, he thought to himself, though without much conviction. He had changed a lot since Natalie's death. He still missed her but his heart cried out for company.
"How old?" Willow's eyes narrowed to slits, internally debating the validity of his statement.
"Close to 800 years." He said after a beat.
"Huh, and you don't look a day over 500." Willow laughed, but her voice cracked and she leaned back for support. "Boy, that's old." She couldn't help mutter and looked back at Nick in disbelief.
"That's not the only thing..." Willow gave him one of her "I knew it!" glances, letting him conclude his sentence. "My sire was nearly twice that age when he made me." He said as casually as if he'd just ordered coffee.
Willow gulped and made the simple calculation, "So, if your sire was around today he'd be over 2 thousand years old." That voiced, she sat down.
"That's the reason I'm here." Nick continued, turning back to Giles. "LaCroix is heading for Sunnydale." For some reason, that sent a shiver down Willow's spine and Giles dropped the pen he was holding.
"Why?" Giles asked, dreading the answer. Nick tried to smile reassuringly; he had not meant to alarm his friend nor the pretty redhead. Lucius had also changed a lot in recent years, especially since his daughter had paid him a return visit and most of his younger children had died. He seemed more protective and even "sympathetic" to Nick's own pursuit of humanity. After Natalie's death they had spent a long time just talking, the older vampire made him understand things he'd previously dismissed, like the right for happiness. This matter though, was completely different.
"He got a lead on Max." Nick looked directly at Giles.
"You're serious." Giles returned the stare, disbelief equalling Willows' of a few moments before.
"What?" The Witch felt left out of the loop. Both men looked at her, wondering just what to tell her. The truth was the simplest option, minus some details that were better left unshared.
"Max is nearly as old as LaCroix." Giles proceeded cautiously, looking to Nick for a lead.
"Yeah, LaCroix turned him at the beginning of the first millennium." Nick picked up were Giles seemed to stop. "They've had a rather stormy relationship."
"How stormy?" Willow asked, mentally listing the "Sire - childe" relationships she knew of. None inspired her with much confidence.
Nick winced but didn't back away from the question, "War, mayhem... the usual." His tone was light hearted but his demeanour was one of resignation as well as acceptance. Nick knew that Max would not have surfaced if he didn't want to be found. Picking the Hellmouth as a reunion spot was something of a mystery though, especially one with a resident Slayer.
Somewhere on Route 66
Max slid behind the wheel, started the car and swiftly left the parking lot. He could have flown, literally, but there was something in the feel of so many "horses" under the hood that demanded respect and had the advantage of proving Lucius wrong. Max lived to prove Lucius wrong. The practicality of cars was just one instance in a succession of arguments they had had over the centuries.
Max, Maximus to anyone over 2,000 years old, was now heading for a little town in California and leaving a trail his "father" would not fail to pick up. He wasn't leaving lifeless mutilated bodies, no, that had gotten old after a couple of decades. No drained victims, no vile rapes - nothing so sinister. A word in the right ear was enough for Max.
He wore casual jeans, t-shirt and Rangers cap. He looked like a regular 30 something human male. Appearances could be so deceiving; he smirked at the memory of the last messenger he'd chosen for Lucius. The bartender had fluttered his eyelids and fainted. "I think he didn't like my tip." He said to his passenger, a huge shaggy mutt that claimed a wolf as a distant cousin.
The dog was his constant companion for the last few years. He'd sort of appeared by his side one night and never left. Max tried to loose him more than once but the dog always found him and after a few months of playing hide and seek he decided to give him a home and the name Virgil. If the dog could achieve what Lucius failed on a regular basis, he was worth having around.
Max had once met a real vampire dog. It had even turned its blind owner into a vampire. Max involuntarily shuddered at the thought. To be sired by a dog. That had to be humiliating. As much as he raged against Lucius, at least he was the same species, barely.
Virgil was a good pet. He didn't judge, didn't talk back and even picked up the newspaper, if he felt like it. Max would never consider turning Virgil into a vampire dog, no matter how much he'd miss him in the centuries to come. There were some rules that had good reason to remain unbroken. All the rest he'd bent out of shape over the years.
Now he was heading for Sunnydale to meet up with Lucius. He wanted a few things finally settled and he had a nice surprise ready in the boot of the car for his "father".
The Bronze, Sunnydale
Willow sat down or rather collapsed onto one of the first free sofas in The Bronze. She was tired. To be honest, she'd have to work up some energy to be tired, as in fact she was exhausted. It must have been some aberrant brain wave that made her agree to dance with Xander. Giles had asked her not to tell any of the Scoobies about Nick or Max until he'd done some more research. That included the Slayer. So Willow had gone to The Bronze as planned and hoped it would be too loud to talk. She hated keeping things from her friends. Especially when one of those things was a gorgeous ancient vampire that appeared to be interested in her. How often did that happen?
She groaned, as the culprit of her physical pain collapsed beside her, sending ripples along the seat. "That was fun!" Xander speak for, "Let's dance again in a minute!"
"No..." Willow moaned, "You had fun - I'm just in pain!"
"Ow..." Xander reached for her feet. "Want a massage?"
"No!" Willow exclaimed, desperately getting her feet out of her friends reach. She sat up, but Xander persisted, so she bolted, only to collide with someone's chest. "Umf..." The groan on Willow's part was genuine. Thankfully arms caught her before she slid to the floor.
"Are you OK?" The voice sounded amused and the hands didn't let go of her even as she took a step back.
"Yes. I'm sorry..." She trailed off, suddenly gazing into striking blue eyes.
"That's good to hear." It was Nick.
"What are you doing here?" Willow tried to keep her tone even and not show the surprise and slight suspicion at running into the vampire. How was she supposed to keep him a secret if he was right there in front of her and her friends?
"Not happy to see me?"
"No... I mean I'm just surprised. Giles said not advertise your presence."
"Does that mean I won't get a dance?"
"Sure." She'd agree to anything to get him away from Xander's prying eyes. Xander watched the exchange and even though he didn't hear the words, he was not oblivious to the sparks that flew between his best friend and the man that caught her. They seemed to know each other, which he thought just a bit strange. He thought he knew all of Willow's acquaintances, after all they moved in the same circles. On the other hand, they weren't together twenty four seven and it was about time Wills scored herself a "hottie". Not that he was an expert in that field, for him a definition of a hottie was someone with long legs, curly blond hair and the strength of a Slayer. Definitely not the man who'd just whisked Willow off her feet.
"So, what are you doing here?" Willow asked again once they hit the dance floor. "Dancing with the prettiest girl in the room." Nick replied, winking at her merrily. "Right." Willow felt her heart rate increase and as the music changed she found herself pressed against his chest, listening for a heartbeat that wasn't there. She slowly relaxed. It felt good to be locked in his arms, safe. Though if his hands kept moving down her back, she'd have to change that assessment.
Willow looked up at him. "You..." She started to speak, only to be cut off by his lips descending to meet hers. The touch was cool but made her feel incredibly hot and it was over decidedly too quickly.
"Giles asked me to find you. He needs you to hack into some computer." Nick's voice was calm and even, betraying none of the confusion that was preventing Willow from uttering a syllable.
"Oh..." She sighed. Nick was no longer holding her; instead he was guiding her out of The Bronze. She let him lead her, stunned and confused by what had just happened.
Nick was having similar thoughts. It was so unlike him to give into urges but he'd wanted to do more than simply dance with the girl. He shouldn't have kissed her though. He definitely shouldn't have kissed her, as now he could think of nothing else but continuing down the path he'd started and taking her for his mate. Somehow he doubted Rupert would ever forgive him and with the Max and Lucius circus about to roll into town, he knew the timing was completely screwed.
"Welcome to the Hellmouth." He thought to himself.
Penny Dinner on Route 66
Lucius grinned at the man before him. It was a vicious expression designed to show dominance rather than any trace of humour. Lucius rarely smiled and he would not waste the effort on the creature before him. He did not even classify as a meal. Especially now the vampire rarely killed humans. He fed off them but dead bodies brought too many questions.
"You saw him..." Lucius' voice was harsh and sounded like ice breaking. The man seemed frozen with fear, his head barely nodding in placid agreement.
The grin did not leave Lucius' face. He was enjoying this hunt. Maximus always knew how to entertain him. "How long?" The question could have meant anything and Lucius' tone was cold.
"Few hours..." The man replied in a shaky voice, barely above a whisper. Lucius brought his hand to his neck and ran a finger along the jugular. He felt the man gulp and take a deep breath. "Six hours maximum." He said, closing his eyes. He obviously did not expect to live.
Lucius was not one to disappoint and he buried his fangs in his neck. The smell of fear had proved too intoxicating and too much to resist. In the end, as much as he liked his meals young and pretty, even he couldn't resist a helpless human.
He did not kill him though, as he didn't have time to dispose of the body. Maximus was ahead of him awaiting his arrival. He did not want to be late for his oldest surviving child.
Sunnydale High School Library
Giles was about to hit the computer with something very hard when Willow stormed through the door. Nick was close on her heels and the Librarian noticed for the first time something that made him want to hit the old vampire very, very hard. In fact he wanted to hit Nick harder than he'd wanted to hit the computer just a second ago.
Willow uttered a hurried greeting and sat immediately in front of the computer. "Hey Giles, what do you want me to find?" She'd stopped using the word "hack" a long time ago. Giles was too busy glaring at Nick to answer.
"Giles?" Willow looked up, as she heard no response. She saw a look in the Librarian's eyes that made her shiver. "Giles, what's wrong?" Her voice suddenly sounded very worried and got through the haze of rage he was barely controlling.
"Nothing Willow. That infernal machine is driving me up the wall." That was true to a degree. "Could you check the companies I wrote down on the pad?" Giles' voice was calm personified. Once Willow turned her attention back to the screen, he returned his gaze to Nick. "Come with me." Just a tiny bit of the old Ripper could be seen in the Watcher's expression.
Sunnydale Park
Max walked with Virgil along the path. He'd felt someone behind him for a good while but continued undisturbed, occasionally throwing a stick, which his pet dutifully retrieved. The shadows of trees and bushes offered easy hiding spots but few things were in a position to scare him.
When the gang attacked he was on the brink of morphing when a furry of dark hair came to his rescue. He knew at once the girl was the Slayer. She was magnificent and funny to boot. He realised this, as she punned mercilessly at the same time as she drove a stake through one vampire heart after another. He didn't even have to lift a finger to help her. Virgil sat at his master's feet mesmerised by the girl. The second the last gang member was dust the dog bound up to her, licking her palm and demanding attention.
"Is that your dog?" Faith turned to the handsome stranger, slightly breathless and high on the adrenaline rush. She had just arrived in Sunnydale and already knew the Hellmouth was going to provide a good training ground. Her assessment of the man she rescued was quick. He was definitely a hottie - too good to leave for a bunch of vampires to munch on.
"Yes." Max smiled gently looking directly into her eyes. He didn't mean to hypnotise her but the vampire in him couldn't resist the challenge. Faith smiled back. He had beautiful eyes and for a second she could feel herself getting lost in their depths. It lasted the shortest of moments but it took the feel of a cold wet nose in the palm of her hand to break the spell.
"Virgil!" Max snapped quietly, bringing the dog to heel. The creature sensed the same thing he did. It was a mixture of power, innocence and raw passion. He could see it in the Slayer's eyes. He moved towards her, their eyes once again locked.
"Thank you." He said, removing the stake from her hand. His touch was like the brush of cool silk against burning skin. Faith looked down to see their fingers intertwine unconsciously. Her breathing became rapid, as if she was fighting the vamps all over again.
She touched his face, tracing a line down the side of his chin. Her boldness seemed to surprise them both. "You're welcome." She replied, her voice husky and low. Max brought her hand to his lips.
The mischievous sparkle in his eye found a twin in that of the Slayer. They were both playing a game it seemed. He somehow thought though that even if he lost, he'd win. "I'm Max." He said, "And that is Virgil." The dog wagged its tail but remained seated.
"I'm Faith." Her tone was as quiet as his. They continued to study one another and the tension grew with each passing second. They'd let go of one another's hands but the distance between then seemed to diminish despite the fact neither one of them moved. Finally their bodies fell into an embrace.
Max marvelled at her heat. He'd suspected the passion but it had been centuries since he'd held a human woman. None had ever felt this way. He drank from her lips and she matched his demands with her own. She tore at his shirt, ripping the material in half. A satisfied chuckle escaped him and he pulled her tank top above her head, in effect releasing her dark mane of hair. She looked as much the predator as he did.
He slipped the bra straps off and sunk to his knees, capturing one nipple in his mouth and enveloping the other in his hand. Faith arched her back and moaned quietly. He guided her to the grass, once again capturing her mouth in a kiss. His tongue battled with hers, while his hand travelled the length of her body.
Faith's eyes shot open as she felt his cool fingers invade her womanhood. For a second Max won the battle only to feel the Slayer strength for the first time, as the girl flipped them over so she was now straddling him.
As he thought, even if he loses, he wins. Her breasts were inches away from his face and his hard-on, which had been clearly visible even through his jeans, was now covered by her lithe form. She wiggled her hips and Max couldn't help emitting a warning growl. He took hold of her hips to stay her teasing and sucked on her nipple. He could tease with the best of them.
To Be Continued
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