Warning: Starts off NSFW 18+ then rating goes back to normal, just letting you know all in advanced 😛
Two pillows hurtled across the bedroom crashing into the dark wooden drawers and almost toppling over the vase filled with pretty carnations, a delighted cry followed by heavy kissing mixed in with the sound of blankets falling to the ground. It had been three days since Ame and Aleksander had met CIA agent Julian Huntington at Prague castle as well as accept his proposal. Returning home, they stayed indoors pondering and formulating a plan on how to retrieve the plates as well as when to inform Ame’s older sister Meiakane that the American government needed her help too.
When their plans reached no real fruition, and was replaced by frustration the lovers took it out on each other in their usual way- rough sex.
This was their third round for the day after another failed plan and both were getting more violent with each other and it only aroused them further. Already Aleksander’s back bore previous nail marks, his shoulders and chest hickeys and smudged lipstick. His face covered in erratic lip marks and his bottom lip had a small cut from being bitten hard, his flaming red hair looking like a bird nest from being pulled repetitively. Ame’s appearance was no better her breasts covered in bites and bruises, her backside showing red hand marks and fingernail imprints, her inner thighs, neck and shoulders covered in hickeys and more nail prints on her hips and calves.
“Who’s a bad slut, who is?!” Aleksander growled against Ame’s lips, his hands smacking her ass cheeks again, squeezing around her body and keeping her locked against his chest. Restrained tightly against his body, Ame wrapped her legs around Aleksander’s waist pushing her feet into her backside encouraging him to go faster inside her “I…I…I am!!” she cried out, their bodies bucking violently on the large bed. Aleksander pushed Ame onto her knees and entered her from behind, hunching over her body, the frame of the bed threatening to buckle under the pressure of being used too often in a single day.
Holding him tight over her, Ame grinded herself back against Aleksander’s groin, he groaned out in her ear and shoved three of his fingers into her mouth. Ame pursed her lips and sucked savagely, the loud slapping of his thighs hitting her backside echoing in the Tower suite. It was quite fortunate that in between their screams and dirty shouting that they even heard Ame’s laptop downstairs turn on from its hibernation and the Skype screen popped open with an incoming call.
Ame screamed with ecstasy as she felt Aleksander pulled at her hair, pounding her womanhood raw, she then heard the familiar ringing noise “Anata…anata…Alek!” she grabbed his waist making the Russian pause in his thrusts “Is that my…” Ame trailed off as Aleksander listened too “Someone is calling you Tsvesti” realisation clearing out his lust driven mind. He quickly pulled out of Ame who rolled off the bed grabbing the closest item of clothing off the railing and almost tripped running down the wooden stairs.
Wearing Aleksander’s business shirt, Ame hastily buttoned three buttons and sat down in her chair, wincing feeling her bruised and beaten backside “Damn it Alek…” she hissed softly running a hand through her messy hair and checking to see who was calling her. “Nee-chan?” Ame blinked surprised seeing Meiakane’s profile picture in the centre of the screen. No longer caring if she was decent or not for her older sister, Ame answered the call. Why on Earth was Mei calling her at 3am, Tokyo time.
A wide awake Meiakane still dressed in corporate suit appeared in the screen, she was in their family home, inside their father’s study to be precise with all the lights on behind her. What concerned Ame was that she had blood stains on her expensive attire and looked incredibly worried “Ame I know I probably interrupted your bedroom time but this is very important” Mei seemed to know already what Ame had been doing prior to her answering the call and it made Ame slightly blush and lower her eyes. “Mei-Mei what is it? Why are you home? Where is Otou-san?” Ame raised her head, her voice urgent and now getting higher in pitch.
Meiakane lowered her eyes, it was the first time Ame had seen that look cross her older sister’s features. Fear. “He’s…he’s in hospital” Ame froze in her chair staring wordlessly at the screen that held her sister’s image “Ame…Ame! He was attacked just after he had gone to bed, Yumi paged me and I came here as soon as I could. I was worried I was too late but he is in critical condition. Minata has taken him to JHA and my clan are scouring our household for evidence of the attacker. I need you here, you must come home!” Ame snapped back to reality hearing Mei shout, nodding numbly she promised to return to Japan as soon as possible though her voice was shaking uncontrollably.
Ame was still staring at her laptop screen even after Mei had ended their quick call. Her father was in hospital? Her daddy was in a critical state? Someone tried to kill her remaining parent?! Ame’s hands clenched into fists as she let out a pained scream and shoved everything off her desk in anger. She slipped off her chair and balled up on the carpet, howling loudly as her fists connected with the wooden floor hard. Ame did not hear the concerned shouts of Aleksander, she did not feel herself being lifted off the floor or pulled into the warm lap of her Russian, her mind was blurred as she cried loudly.