A Little Piece Of Heaven

The old farmhouse had seen heavy fighting, its flint walls pock marked with bullet holes and one side nearly demolished by a grenade. Those particular battles had moved on, the countryside now firmly controlled by the invaders and as its occupants were now dead or deported it had become a time capsule to a life brutally stopped in time. It was full of the family’s possessions and photographs, none of the locals daring to loot it in case the occupiers took offence rather than by any concerns of the former occupants return. Anything of value had already been seized and it was only the intimate yet worthless objects that were left when Syn and Lilith had broken in the night before. Both had been soaked through in the never ending rain and had no moral or ethical interest in just why the building had been left empty.
They were on the way back from a recon outing, Zacky and Claire still nearer to Paris while they decided which Resistance unit the boys would infiltrate. Several were operating near the hot spots and could be relied upon to help. Syn had wanted to size up the opposition and there was no way that Lilith would let him go on his own while the bet was in force. They had enjoyed the alone time, another reason why the house had provided a diversion and had spent most of the morning enjoying each other after finding two enemy scouts desperately in need of dying.
In fact they were still sat on the bedroom floor, the rain hammering against the windows. Clothes were flung haphazardly around the room and Lilith was amused by the old photograph of two Victorian matrons staring down at their naked bodies and unashamed debauchery that had invaded their old home. Syn had his back to the bed, Lilith astride his lap as she looked down at him with lust filled eyes.
"Suck my dick,"
He answered her, voice unsteady, tenor tones punctuated by a quick inhalation.
Hands pressed into his chest, Lilith tipped forward till the ends of her hair brushed against his face, ignoring his request even though she had just asked him what he wanted. She ground her dripping pussy against him.
"Oh?"
Lilith's voice was soft and teasing.
"Do you want me to kneel between your legs?"
Syn's cock brushed against her own arousal as she rocked her hips.
"Do you want me to wrap my lips around you softly?"
Syn's eyes remained fixed to hers as his hands rose along Lilith's sides to hold onto her breasts, thumbs skimming across taught nipples. He was already struggling to control his breathing, his lips parted, moving to form words, but no sound came out. Lilith bent down and traced her tongue along the open lip, resisting the urge to nip it with her teeth.
The quiver that ran through her tugged at her core, a tension that left her skin on pins, every brush igniting a fire. She worked her hips across him again, the twitch sending electrical currents shooting through all her nerve endings. Lilith's fingers tightened on the muscles of his chest, clinging on as her back arched. Syn's thumbs knowingly pinching her nippes as she cried out, another climax rising within her.
Panting, she pursued her question,
"Should I suck you deep into me? Use my tongue to suck hard?"
Her thighs tightened as she rocked her hips, about to succumb to the high.
"Talk to me, I want to know your desire."
The wave crashed over her, tumbling her over and over. She collapsed forward, her breasts hanging over Syn with her head tipped back. The slide of her thighs along his was eased by the river that gushed from her quaking cunt.
"Did you know that you are beautiful when you do that?"
Syn's liquid gold eyes focused on Lilith's flushed face, a sweet smile resting on his features.
"You like to watch me when I come? Even when I soak you?"
"Yes"
Syn's voice was eager, wanting his turn and practically panting with excitement. He both loved and hated it when she teased him, knowing full well he was falling into the trap she always set for him and not about to make it easy on the bitch.
Lilith ran her tongue along the muscle of his thigh. Then sat back, heels tucked underneath her, sodden pussy grazing his knees. Her eyes glittered, the reflection of the raindrops on the window running shadows down her body.
"I don't think so."
She watched Syn's face, waiting for him to complain, to force her hand one way or the other. To complain loudly, to arrogantly assume she had to have his cock. But he didn't. Instead his eyes got a glazed shiny look, and Lilith knew this was the meanest thing that she had done to him in a while. But she was tired and worse, she was bored. With a cruel smile she stood up, looking around the room for the black jeans and shirt she had worn under a stolen uniform before beginning to dress again. Syn pushed himself up, his eyes suddenly hardening.
"What the fuck, Lily......"
He rose inhumanly fast, hard fingers captured her upper arms, pinning them to the wall as he nearly flung her through it.
"What the fuck ? Don’t play games with me."
His lips came down hard on hers, punishing her and stealing her breath. His tongue pushing in and invading her mouth. Lilith tried to pull back but Syn’s other hand was buried in her long thick locks, holding her close. A whimper escaping her lips as she struggled, fists beating against his chest. His head came up, leaving her breathless and annoyed at the wicked smile now across his face. The hand tangled in her hair pulled, yanking Lilith off balance and crashing to the floor with a yelp. Syn dragged her across the room, until he sat in the chair and presented her with his long ignored cock.
"I said suck my dick,"
No hesitation this time in his voice this time and as her lips opened to protest he shoved her down unceremoniously deep onto his cock. Lilith struggled, hands on his thighs to gain some air and she could have bitten him or used the magic to push him off but instead slid her hands around his glory, teasing, twisting and squeezing. Both of his hands now in her tangled hair as he again forced her head down, pushing past the unwilling lips and deep into her throat. Plunging her head up and down at a relentless pace. Lilith's head was suddenly released from the grip andshe gasped for air her throat afire before attempting to pull away. His fingers renewed their grip in her hair, pulling her brutally towards him and up to where he fixed her with cold eyes, crushing her lips with his own. Tongue pressing into her mouth. Claiming his property back.
Their chests were heaving as they broke apart snarling, each casting the other aside. Syn's palm connecting with Lilith's cheek, and her mess of hair was once again clutched in his hand, dragging her back over to him. Her lip was bleeding and her mouth was slightly open anticipating the job she would be finishing, his cock still glistening with the thick coating of her saliva. Instead she was hauled to her feet to stand before him. His hands cupped and grabbed her ass, pulling her close. Teeth grazed her mound as Lilith's hands instead found Syn's hair and pulled hard.
"Oh! Fuck!"
His teeth took hold of the wisps of hair in the patch above her mound. His fingers rough and careless slid along her soaked slit. The flat of his hand crashed down upon her pussy; a sharp slap that made her body jerk as the force raced through her and left her lips in a moan, the kind that mingled want and pain.
Syn suddenly shoved Lilith backwards sharply. Sliding down from the chair after her, knees were pushed to her chest, and he forced his cock in and her body clenched tight around him as he invaded her, groaning with pleasure. Her breath raced in and out, peppered with little "Oh, " "Oh," "OH," 's cried out in sharp thrills as he began to pound into her.
Syn's body slammed into hers, their hips clapping, as he panted. Her head trapped between his large tattooed forearms. Lilith looked up, deep into those lust filled eyes of his and enjoyed the brutality that always showed when she pushed him a little too far.
"Fuck me,"
She moaned to her sweat-slickened lover as his pace increased, his strokes thrusting her forward on the carpet, harder and harder he pounded, spurred on by her increasing cries.
"Oh God, Oh God. Oh my God. Fuck."
There was no relief from the assault that Syn brought down onto her abused pussy. Her head lolled and her eyes closed, as she cried out in wails, riding the high, every sweet aching moment of it, her crashing peak ever more imminent. His rough hands latched onto to circle around her throat, squeezing tightly, only the black showing in his eyes.
"Look at me, damn it."
He cursed turning her face towards his.
"Open your eyes, and look at me witch. Look at who's fucking you."
Her eyelids fluttered, trying to hold his gaze, but failing as her lungs ached and burned, her breath being held for her, her nerve endings sizzled and exploded to life as she cried out.
"Oh Oh Ohhh God, I'm coming.”
Her back arched, hips bucking. Legs stuck against his chest as she thrashed. His cock still hammering into her body. Syn tossed Lilith's legs to the side and growled, the sadistic enjoyment of her pain turning him on as much as the intense pleasure coursing through his groin.
"Fuck. Why won't you fucking look at me?"
A crashing blow was felt on her ass, open handed slap stinging on her bare skin. Another and another fell raining down on her. Lilith cried out despite the fact of the trailing wetness betraying her need from her swollen lips.
"You fucking like this, you know you do."
She nodded not trusting herself to speak yet. Syn lifted her to her knees and rested her shoulders on the bed, her hands instinctively grasping the coloured eiderdown as she sneaked a glance behind her, to see him poised, cock in hand. He slid deep into her, stretching her upturned ass tight. His fingers bit deep into her hips, pulling her back onto him more. Then he started thrusting hard enough that it shook her body, her breasts swinging free against the side of the bed. Lilith leaned back against Syn's chest, rocking against him as he fucked into her. Feeling his hot breath on her back as he bent her back over, panting. She felt the sharp sting of harsh teeth latching onto the back of her neck, marking her as his toy, to be played with as he chose.
Grunting, thrusting faster and faster, till he shuddered, and groaned against her skin,
"Oh,"
"Oh,"
"Ahhhhh!!"
Followed by gasping pants, that quivered and shook, his teeth still clamped onto her skin.
"Ohhh, fuck. Damn you woman.”
Syn whispered against Lilith's released skin, he brushed the sore place with his soft lips and let his softening cock slide out from her, as he collapsed to the floor. Bruised and sore of body Lilith snuggled into the crook of his arm. Her head on his chest, listening to the gallop of his heart, she felt his arm tighten around her, as she sighed against his skin, lips lifting in a knowing smile.
“I’m already damned darling.”
He chuckled, there was no doubting that and that she knew exactly what to do to unleash the darker side of his personality and that she revelled in it. Syn loved her for that as much as for the times they were gentle with each other which was never very often. He pushed his sweaty hair back from his face and glanced at his watch.
“Nearly two, we should move and get back to Z and Claire.”
Lilith muttered something obscene and crawled back onto the bed to watch as he quickly washed up and dressed again. Syn had to bodily life her up and carry her to the bathroom, tenderly washing the new bruises as she kissed his scratches and murmured her love for him. It could easily have led back to the bedroom but they wanted to be back before darkness really fell and the chances of running into a night patrol increased. Neither bothered to carry weapons, they could only be seen by their own kind but there was a chance of that too given the mystical involvement Lilith knew was happening.
“I think you broke a rib.”
His smile was carefree, one hand on the front door as he winked back at her.
“Teach you to be a bitch, you might learn that lesson one of these centuries."
Lilith stuck her tongue out at him and Syn giggled, opening the front door as he did so. Neither of them heard the blast, the entire house caving backwards and outwards in a massive explosion of flying bricks and glass. The air shattered with the noise, heaving plumes of smoke and flame billowing in all directions. He was disorientated, the moments of brief flight and hard landing combined with the ringing in his ears left Syn completely helpless and it took long minutes of gasping and coughing as his hands and feet raked rubble before his vision began to clear.
Something was pinning him down, holding him fast although there was no pain and it was only when he looked down and saw the ragged wooden beam protruding from his chest that he began to understand. Syn struggled harder, blood welling from the corner of his mouth as he tried to heave himself free. A mortal would have died instantly, he was merely caught like a butterfly pinned to a card.
“Lilith ?!”
The smoke cleared a little and he began to realise that there were figures moving around him in German army uniform, clearly seeing him and with guns trained on him. One knelt down near him, a very young man with a bush of curly hair and a pleasant smile. Syn recognised him, a former ally and friend who had vanished during a bad few moments of the Boxer Rebellion.
“Arin ?”
“Hello Syn, sorry to do this but we need to borrow your woman.”
Now he pulled in earnest, ignoring the agony as Arin merely watched. There was no need to kill his old friend, this would work just as well. Syn fixed him with a look that promised only violent dismemberment and managed to shift the beam a few inches. Arin used his foot to press Syn back along the splintered wood, enjoying the furious screams and threats.
“Calm down, the bitch and your other friend are going to complete a task for us and then we will let them go. We have nothing against reapers except your habit of interference and my boss wants you to behave. This kind of ensures it.”
Syn lent back, panting and hearing Claire’s voice in his head as he helplessly watched them pull Lilith from the rubble. She was out cold, injured badly but not likely to die at least, the witches did not have his demonic advantage but they were very tough. He silently vowed to find his woman and kill every last one of them as they walked away. Claire was telling him something about Stefanie being missing and Syn started to understand as he tried to give her location and a fleeting image of what had happened before the darkness stole up on him and the cold kiss of unconsciousness blacked out the scene.

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