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Shilo's entire body arched against his, completely contradicting her want to leave. She was close to caving and just letting him have his way there, but luckily his hand dropped away. His tongue, however, was so warm and soft against her skin that she shuddered once more. Her hands both moved to his coat, gripping it as she tried to gain control of herself, even as he continued to play with her earlobe. Her knees almost did give out as her eyes closed; she even stopped breathing for a second as pleasure coursed quickly through her veins. When he pushed away, disappointment took pleasure's place and she nearly pulled him back, almost told him to forget what she said.

"Thank you," she sighed, tried again to gain composure. It was easier, without his mouth and tongue caressing her earlobe. When he dropped to his knees, Shilo bit her lip hard, her toes curling in her shoes as he kissed her leg. It took her a second or two to push away from the wall and when she did, she wasn't too sure if she'd actually be able to walk back to the hotel. She steadied, though, and wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly frozen as they walked together. She tried not to think about what just happened, what was going to happen and instead focused on counting her footsteps.
 
Graverobber still had plans of ravishing Shilo until she was senseless with rapture. He knew his way around a woman's body, he ought to with all the fucking he did. Having sex on the streets nolonger phased him, he was afterall used to screwing around with whores. He actually thought it made for better sex, the danger of being caught. In any case, seeing blurred figures fucking in dark alleys was a common sight on the streets. He set a fast pace for the hotel, seeming to guess that the longer they waited, the more nervous and unwilling Shilo would become. His key to the door nolonger worked so he simply kicked the door open, the force behind those boot enough to rattle the door on its hinge. He turned to Shile and swept out his hand, bowing elegantly at the waist before sweeping her off her feet and carrying her inside. He clsoed the door with the heel of his foot and dropped her onto the bed.

Without so much as a warning he proceeded to scatter kisses over her collarbone, tongue occasionally tracing bony ridges before licking his way up her neck with long strokes of his tongue. His lips were soon hovering over hers, black eyes gazing carefully into hers. He seemed to be waiting for permission from her to continue.
 
Shilo lost count of her steps as he pulled her along quickly, her hand trapped once again in his. She could feel her heart rate picking up, even more than it had in the alley, at the thought of what she'd agreed to. He was right; the more she thought about it, the more frightened and timid she became. But the memory of his hot breath against her skin and his fingers playing tricks with her body... Her mind battled quietly as she tried to figure out what to do. She gasped as GraveRobber kicked in the door, her eyes widening some. For some reason, it calmed her down, made her feel like he really wanted her, not just sex. She smiled, even laughed some, as he bowed and picked her up. "Signature move?" she teased as he walked through the room with her in his arms.

Her eyes fluttered closed as his lips found her skin again. She had been leaning up on her elbows but quickly fell back completely against the bed, a content sigh escaping her lips. Most of her doubt lifted from her mind at the feel of his tongue against her skin, warmth pooling in her stomach. When he stopped, she opened her eyes and looked up, smiling some at the face that hovered before her. "I don't want to do everything right now," she said softly, "just... touching." She hoped he knew what she was saying so she didn't have to spell out how important her first time was. Shilo envisioned candles and romance, music playing softly from the corners of the room, not just being fucked on a hotel bed.
 
Graverobber propped himself on his elbow, one handl cradling her head as his other hand slipped down her stomach and beneath her simple panties, fingers sliding over her skin like a blind man reading brail, like he meant to envision every part of her he touched. His eyes, however, were still fixed upon her face. "Just tell me when to stop." His voice sounded deeper. His lips met hers, tongue running over her trembling bottom lip as his hand continued to tease beneath her panties. "Don't be afraid to moan for me. There's no one around to here it except for me." He taunted her with a rogue grin. With practiced skill, he began to rub circles around her tender pearl, watching her face intently as he pleasured her. She was so eager and needy, driven crazy by him rubbing her clit for only a few moments. He couldn’t recall ever being with a woman so sensitive, but he also couldn’t remember being with anyone this innocent.

Unable to hold back any longer, he abandoned her throbbing clit and slid his finger along her slit before pushing inside slowly, groaning as her body welcomed him with scorching heat and dripping moisture.
 
She tried to keep her eyes open so that she could watch his face, but the feel of his fingers on her body was too good. A whimper passed her lips as she closed her eyes, her hips lifting somewhat as he continued to play with her clit. She nodded to what he'd said, though it didn't completely register in her brain, and her lips parted slightly. She brought a hand up as she moaned, letting her fingers slip through his hair as he kissed her. Keeping her hand on the back of his head, she let out a moan as if she were trying it out to make sure it sounded right, her fingers curling in his hair slightly.

As his finger pushed into her, her back arched somewhat and a content moan fell passed her lips. Her legs, as if trained for this specific purpose, parted slightly for him, begging him silently to push in deeper. Hearing GraveRobber groan, she opened her eyes, drinking in the sight of him before she pulled him down. The kiss was a little rougher than intended, but it was also needy; her teeth nipped at his lower lip before she pressed her lips against his again, wanting to taste the inside of his mouth.
 
Graverobber offered a deep, gutteral growl. She felt so fucking good, feminine muscles pulsing around his fingers and holding him tight. With an impassioned growl, he shifted to scatted kisses all over her face before pulling back to watch her expression as he began to move within her, pumping at a slow pace. He seemed to know exactly what buttons to push, continuing his slow and torturous fingering until she begged sweetly for more. Once he had what he wanted from her, he opened his mouth to the insistent pressure of her tongue. In comparision to her tongue, Graverobber's wasalmsot obscenely longer, curling around hers and sucking on her tongue for a few moments. He pulled his finger out nearly all the way, and when he pushed back inside, his first finger was joined by a second. His fingers began to twist insdie of her.

Every few thrusts he would pause and crook his fingers, making beckoning motions inside her slick heat. His hand was practically soaked in her pussy juices by now and the scent of sex was in the air. "Do you like this, Shilo?' He purred huskily in her ear, biting at her earlobe without restraint.
 
Shilo moaned loudly into the kiss, her hands moving to GraveRobber's back. She clutched at it through his coat and shirt, trying to pull his body closer to hers. She whispered, "More, please more," against his lips as his fingers continued to move. She shuddered slightly as he pushed in a second finger, feeling the tightness of her opening trying its best to open enough for them. The feel of his fingers twisting and curling was enough to cause her to stop kissing him, her body falling back against the bed as she gripped the back of his coat.

The sound of his voice mixed with the breath against her ear (followed by his teeth) was enough to send her over the edge. Her back arched as her muscles clamped down around his fingers and she moaned loudly, orgasming as her fingers clawed at his back. Her cheeks were flushed as she attempted to nod her response to the question, panting slightly as her body settled after a moment.
 
Graverobber smirked as he felt Shilo's pussy flex around his digits as he sent her over the edge by rubbing his fingers over her g-spot and biting her ear. His fingers never stopped moving, easing her through her first climax with continuous stimulation. Her plentiful juices had started to drip from her opening and coat his hand. The enticing aroma made him crave more than just the taste and texture of her mouth. He wanted to sample her sweetest place and drink up the juices currently soaking into the motel bedspread. It was highly tempting. Instead of diving between her legs, he slowly wriggled his fingers inside of her tight heat and slid them out carefully. He brought his hand, sticky and glistening with her juices, to his lips and proceeded to lick his fingers clean. His other hand was stroking her back tenderly, soothing her as she shook from the after affects of her orgasm.

At last he sat up in bed and leaned over her, dropping a kiss to her sweaty forehead. At the same time his hand pressed a small blue vial into her fist. "Drink less then half. It'll taste nasty, but I can risk shooting you up with a full load from the gun. Do you want a glass of water?"
 
As his fingers continued to move, Shilo thought for a moment that things weren't over. She was more sensitive (which she didn't think was possible) and the mere brushing of air against her swollen sex caused her to shiver in pleasure. His fingers on the other hand nearly caused her to jump on top of him and rip his clothes away. He stopped before Shilo could move, though, and she opened her eyes slowly to look at him. She reached up as he licked his fingers clean, her own fingertips running gently over his cheek. The kiss he gave her made her lips curl into a lazy smile before she yawned a little.

She brought the vial up so she could look at it, amazed yet again by how it glowed. Sitting up as he spoke, her leg brushed the wet spot on the comforter and she blushed. "Please," she nodded to the question, her fingers carefully opening the vial. Part of her wondered why GraveRobber didn't ask for anything in return for the orgasm; part of her even wanted to offer something, but she wasn't sure how to say such a thing. She chewed on her lower lip a little, trying to figure out what she should say now. Nothing really felt right, though, so she kept quiet.
 
Graverobber was still hard as a rock, the obscenely large bulge in his pants even more noticable as he stood up. He didn't ask anything from her though, merely smirked as her eyes fell to his crotch. He had to admit, she looked thoroughly sexed up and sultry, lieing there on the bedwith her panties around her ankles and a wet spot on the sheets near her perfect, pink pussy. He had to struggle to tear his gaze away, grimacing as his cock twitched in his pants. He left the room swiftly, returning with a plastic cup full of water which he offered to her. He settled beside her on the bed, throwing an arm behind his head in a careless manner. He simply watched her from that point on, making no attempt to force her into anything else. Next time he was definately going to have to sink his cock inside of her. No more tiptoeing around it. He had forgotten how uncomfortable a full hardon could be.

"So...was it good for you?" He asked casually with a devious grin on his pale face.
 
Shilo couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants, but she was a little less shy about looking at it now. She did bite her lip, though, when she felt herself get turned on again slightly. As he left the room, she kicked her panties off her ankles, letting them fall to the floor. The Zydrate vial was pressed to her lips when he walked back in and she swallowed a little, grimacing as she swallowed. She took the cup of water from him, drinking most of it to wash away the taste before setting it down on the nightstand. She thought, briefly, about the handcuffs that had been set there the night before.

Closing the vial, she set that beside the water cup, already feeling the small high that came with it. It wasn't nearly as intense as before; mostly it was just a calming of her nerves, her body no longer feeling like she was on fire. She laid down on her side next to GraveRobber, holding her head up with her hand. "It was," she smiled as she slid a little closer to him. She pressed a kiss to his cheek before her eyes settled on the even more noticeable bulge. She hesitated for a moment before she reached over with her free hand, pressing her palm against it and letting her fingers curl gently around his crotch. The warmth surprised her as she rubbed gently, her eyes looking up at his face now, unsure of what exactly she should do.
 
Graverobber had not been expecting his sweet little Shilo to be bold enough to grab his dick like that. Well, she didn't really grab it so much as lay her hand over the bulge in his pants and rub, but even that small motion was enough to make him hiss and buck his hips violently into her hand. He caught her by the wrist, looking into those doe-like eyes, a strained look came over his face. "Shilo, you can't play around with that....fuck I'm worked up enough as it is. That isn't a toy in your hand." He chuckled, trying to soften the harsh note in his voice. His hand dropped away slowly, nodding towards her. "If you want to help, unzip my pants and we'll go from there." He swallowed hard, hardly daring to believe that Shilo was offering to give him a handjob. Heaven help her if she lost her nerve, he wasn't sure his acting could survive such a tease.
 
Shilo nearly jumped away from him when he reacted, gasping softly as he took hold of her wrist. She looked away as he spoke, her eyes falling to the bulge again as he dropped his hand. She pulled hers away slowly, as if afraid he'd strike her if she moved too quickly. She took a breath as she looked up at GraveRobber's face again, unsure if she really wanted to continue. She owed him, though, and didn't want him to feel like she was greedy or unwilling to return the favor. So she sat up and reached over, carefully undoing his pants, her fingers gently brushing against the skin that was showing from beneath his shirt. She wanted to laugh as she looked back up at his face, biting her lip a little. "You might have to walk me through this," she said softly, worried she would disappoint him. This wasn't exactly the type of situation she ever thought about being in before, and it made her feel a little nervous and a little like a child again.
 
Graverobber was secretly relieved when Shilo followed his directions and unzipped his pants. It felt like all the blood in his body had decided to flow from his head directly to his cock, which twitched involuntarily in his pants. Fuck! The way she looked at him with those little doe eyes....her innocence was so rare that it was almost a fetish for him by now. "Have you ever even seen a cock before?" He questioned with an arched eyebrow as he took her little hand in his and brought it to his mouth, kissing her palm tenderly. "There's nothing you can do to mess this up." He reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. Graverobber's cock was long and thicker then the average sized man. He didn't really even have to brag about his size, the way those whores clung to him and ground against him spoke volumes alone. "Just...put your hand around me like this." His hand covered hers and wrapped it around his cock, groaning at the mere brush of such soft fingers across his sensitive cock.
 
She giggled softly at the question, shaking her head some. "Just what I saw last night," she shrugged a little. The feel of GraveRobber's lips against her palm sent butterflies racing in her stomach and she smiled at him, her eyes drifting down towards his crotch again. Shilo let him move her hand, her thumb brushing over the tip as her fingers curled around the shaft. It was warm in her hand and she sighed softly, contently, as she moved her hand up slowly. She glanced to his face again, watching for a reaction as she pulled her hand back down. "Like this?" she asked, continuing the slow up and down motion with her hand. She could feel the veins, full of blood, pressing against the curve of her palm.
 
If ever there was a perfect specimen of the male genitalia, Graverobber's cockhad to be it. The shaft was thick and smooth, marred only by the veins spiraling along his length, leading up to a mushroom shaped head. He was extremely well groomed in that area and seemed disease free. As far as he knew he didn't have sexually transmitted diseases. He was very selective of his partners afterall. "Your hand...it's so soft." He said between tightly clenched teeth, watching Shilo's fingers curl around the thick shaft of his cock and stroke. His hand eventually dropped away from hers, she seemed to guess the right rythm right away. "You're a natural kid..." His hands gripped the bed sheets. Within moments the drug dealer was thrusting into young Shilo's hand, his eyes half-closed as he watched her movements. A few pearly white droplets of fluid began to leak from the mushroom tip of his cock and he smiled as he watched her stare. "That means you're doing one hell of a good job Shilo...."
 
Shilo felt odd as she sat there, stroking him, but he seemed to be enjoying it. She continued to run her hand up and down his shaft, speeding up ever so slightly as his hips started to move as well. She glanced towards his face briefly, biting her lip at the sight of his half-closed eyes, then looked back down towards his cock just in time to see the droplets. Remembering the way he'd licked his fingers after having them inside of her, she leaned over and gently ran the tip of her tongue over the head of his cock. She continued stroking him as she leaned back some, her eyes drifting back towards his face, her hand gripping just a little tighter.
 
Graverobber's onyx black eyes had begun to close, his hands fisting the bedsheets, kneading them as eachstroke of her soft hands sent him flying higher. A few deep guttural growls trickled from his tightly clenched lips. "Fuck...FUCK!" His eyes suddenly flew open as he felt her tongue trace the leaky head of his cock. His hands went through her hair, gripping her wig as his breathing became heavier. "Shi..." He couldn't say much after that, adding only a few unintelligible groans as her grip on his twitching cock tightened. Holy fuck, she was good. This had to be one of the best damn handjobs he'd had in a long time. "Shilo...I'm close. I'm gonna blow soon." He thought it best to warn her, unsure if she even knew what he meant. Heat was building low in his stomach, creating a pressure in his cock which yearned to be released.

A few seconds later a loud growl gave from the graverobber, his cock fucking her fist with a few wild pumps before he fell back against the bed, spilling a torrent of sticky white cum all over the innocent girl's hand. He continued to groan until every last drop had been extracted, leaving Shilo's hand a mess and one very satisfied looking Graverobber.
 
The reaction she got from him brought a smile to her face and she leaned down again, tracing her tongue along the curve of the tip of his cock. The feel of his hand in her wig and the twitching of her cock caused her to squirm a little, a nearly familiar wetness blooming between her legs. She continued stroking him, her thumb circling where her tongue had just been as she leaned back. Her eyes turned towards his face, her cheeks flushing when she saw the pleasure painted over his features. "Blow," she whispered softly to herself, her eyes looking back down towards his cock.

Her hand moved just a little faster as his hips moved up again, watching as he fell back and came all over her hand. Her hand continued to stroke him gently until he was done, and then she pulled it away, eyes looking over the sticky cum that coated it. Bringing it to her lips, she ran her tongue over the curve from her thumb to her forefinger, tasting it. She then let it drop to her knee, her eyes looking over his face again, a smile coming to hers. "I think I'm going to shower," she said after a moment, leaning over to place a kiss on his lips.
 
Graverobber didn't stir from his spot on the bed, enjoying a nice afterglow of one hell of an orgasm. Christ...he could get addicted to her touch. "What a naughty girl..." His voice deepened to an even lower baritone directly after sex, chuckling as he watched her clean his cum off of her fingers, wiping the rest away. He tried not smirk when he thought that the repoman would be turning over in his grave if he knew how swiftly his darling little girl was turning into quite the eager slut. He sat up slowly and leaned in, returning the chaste kiss she gave him, twisting it into something much more sensual, a slow dueling of his tongue against hers, tasting himself in her mouth. He didn't pull away until there was a need for oxygen, stroking her cheek tenderly when he did break the kiss. "Why don't we shower together? I could use some clean up...and we've already seen each other's important bits. I'll try not to sex you up any further....for tonight..."
 
She blushed when he called her naughty, but then her cheeks turned a darker red when the sound of his voice caused her to squirm again. It was scary how just a few words could get her excited now. Her father and the nightmare she had face the night before were the furthest thing from her mind; she was too focused on the sight of GraveRobber's body, stretched out beside her. When he leaned up and kissed her, her eyes fell closed and she whimpered against his lips. Her hand moved to the back of his head, gripping his hair as she kissed him back feverishly, sucking on his tongue some. She nearly crawled onto his lap before he pulled away, her hand slipping down to his chest.

The idea of them showering together made her a little nervous, but she giggled at his last comment. "We'll see," she grinned as she kissed him again, amazed at how happy she seemed to be with him. It didn't occur to her that she was basically turning into a Zydrate whore; she felt like she was falling into a relationship with him. She stood up then, pulling her top off and dropping it onto the bed where her body just was. "Coming?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder as she walked into the bathroom, wearing nothing but her skirt, her bra and her wig.
 
Graverobber knew that he had little Shilo Wallace right where he wanted her. He had successfully awakened her virginal body to dark, sensual pleasures of the flesh. She would crave his touch and ofcourse she would want the drug that only he could lovingly prescribe for her. He could tell just by the way she crawled onto his lap during the erotic dance of thier tongues and he could smell the muskt scent of her wet pussy in the air. His tongue swept over her lower lip as she kissed him, capturing her lip between his teeth and tugging gently before releasing it as he stood up, swatting her ass playfully when he came up behind her. "Don't be such a cocktease." He brushed a hand over her cleavage, trailing pale fingers over the mounds of her breasts. They were small, but perfectly formed. He was more of a leg man then a breast man anyway.

He began to shed his clothing, first the coat, this his shirt and pants. His boots were last and as always they took the longest to get off. He stood in all of his naked glory, looking like a marble statue of pure male perfection before he disappeared inside the shower, turning the hot water and beckoning her inside. "Time to get squeaky clean, little girl."
 
She wasn't sure what, exactly, had happened to her in the past hour or so but suddenly she was aware of how her body moved, the way her skin felt. All of a sudden, like she'd been missing something all along, Shilo felt alive. She giggled when he swatted her ass, her hand reaching back to gently smack his hand away. She made a soft, happy sound as he touched her cleavage, his fingers sending her nerves into a frenzy. Once they reached the bathroom, she kept her back to him as she reached back to unzip her skirt. Sliding it down her legs, she glanced back to see him already half-naked as well.

Kicking the skirt to the side, she reached back and undid her bra, slipping it down her arms. When she turned around, she smiled at the sight of him in just his boots. Her eyes trailed over his body, her fingers twitching ever so slightly as she fought the urge to reach out and touch him. She watched him step in and smiled, following soon after, her eyes falling shut as the warmth of the shower's steam curled around her skin.
 
Graverobber's arms curled around her waist, pulling her back against the hard, pale plains of his chest and resting his chin ontop of her head. He gave off a low, rumbling purr as her soft curves melded against his body. Even when the zydrate dealer was content enough to purr, it sounded like something a large, untamed jungle cat would give off. A sign that he was too satisfied with her right now devour her whole. "Your skin is so soft, kid. It's hard to find a girl who hasn't had atleast ten different surgeries by your age." His lips were nuzzling against her neck, hands exploring the soft curves of her body, even going so far as to slip a hand between her legs, cupping her sex. Another pleased purr rumbled from his throat as he found her wet for him. Oh yes, she was coming around wonderfully fast. His hand dropped away in favor of picking up a wash cloth and soap. He began to wash her body, taking his time in memorizing every inch of pale skin that his hands slid over, worshipping her body to the fullest.
 
Shilo's hands moved down to GraveRobber's, sighing softly at the feel of his chest against her back. As he started to move his hands, she moved one of hers to the back of his neck, pressing herself closer to him as the water rushed over their bodies. She smiled at the compliment, her other hand pulling one of his up to her chest, placing it over her heart. "I don't plan on having any," she said, tilting her head slightly as he kissed her neck, a soft moan slipping past her lips. Her legs parted slightly when his hands dipped between them, her ass pressing back against him. She whimpered some when he pulled his hand away, but smiled when he started washing her skin. It scared her a little how easily she found it now to touch him, how much she wanted him to touch her. She turned carefully as he cleaned her so she could face him, her eyes opening to look at him. "Have you had any surgery?" she asked, eyes looking over what she could see of his body, looking for scars.
 
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