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When your eyes meet those icy blue irises, you try to ignore the pang in your chest and the jolt of electricity that strikes down your spine. Vittorio lets loose a breath beside you on the grumbling machine and you bite the inside of your cheek.
Not right now. You try to reason with your body. And yet…
Those muscles, tugging on wires and reaching across to jerk the levers on the generator, layered in a delightful new pattern the Entity had graced him, and in turn you, with. His forearms flex and strain, his bare torso taunting you with the glimmering blue hues dancing across those delicious muscles that you just can’t stop craving. He’s so pretty, so handsome. It should be criminal to look so good and yet be so casual, so effortless.
Your eyes drift down to his deft, thick fingers twisting wires and sparking them together. Dark, fingerless gloves do nothing to help the sight as you tear your eyes back up to his face, respectfully. Only, he brings his thumb up to his mouth and licks it before returning it to the wire he’s trying to untangle. His delicate gaze flicks up to yours again, and you practically rip your eyes away as fast as possible.
Dammit. Stop. You tell yourself firmly. You lick your lips and exhale once more. You shift your stance, kneeling against the hard ground. Your thighs clench once as you try to forget those hands, those arms, caging you in beneath him as he—
Nope. No, no, no. Not now. You try to focus on the parts of the generator you’ve become so familiar with since joining the Entities’ realm. Vittorio has always been attractive, so of course you’ve been interested in him for a while now, but you’ve never had to struggle for focus like this before. Most of the time it’s a one off thought that you push aside when he does something hot, but now, just his presence next to you is making you unbearably needy.
Your spine tickles with the tell-tale signs of the fear you’ve repressed, because another one of those monsters is hunting you and your friends. They’ve already slashed you once - Jake patched you up after you managed to lose the killer - but, now you’re here getting turned on? Nice. Real nice.
“Almost,” Vittorio speaks softly, glancing around towards the lumbering main building behind you both, surely planning his next move. Your eyes flick around, to check for any signs of the killer, but they must be chasing Meg. She’s too good to get caught too quickly, and the time she’s buying is valuable. The next time you peruse a chest and find something good, it’s all hers.
When the machine’s engine roars to life, you rise quickly as Vittorio turns to start jogging into the main building. You follow, eyes trained on the flexing muscles of his back as he runs, quickly and quietly. The grass tickles your calves, soft enough to lay down in almost comfortably. Interesting thought. The bright cerulean runes seem to giggle at you, illuminating brightly and shimmering across Vittorio’s rippling, broad back. They are so taunting, begging you to touch them. Are they warm, or cool? What do they feel like to him? Do they go all the way down to his—
What has gotten into you?
You shake your head as though to dispel the dirty thoughts running so rampant today. Those runes are far too distracting. You never thought you’d even be able to become aroused in such a dark, depressing realm where you fear for your life all the time, but maybe it’s been a bit too long since you’ve been touched in a way that felt good.
You trail after Vittorio, sparing the room an anxious glance around. Rubble, pallets, long forgotten chairs and tables litter the space. The walls are busted open in several places, and in the distance, you faintly spot Jake working on another generator near the edge of the realm. Good progress. Your chest fills faintly with hope as you take another steadying breath, eyes falling to the generator next to a ruined center fireplace.
You immediately kneel next to Vittorio and get to work, reaching into the machine and piecing together the parts that make it purr.
Though, your mind cannot stop wandering.
Vittorio is steady beside you, and you know that when he turns his sharp gaze in a certain direction, tracking movement steadily and with calculating grace, he is seeing the killer. It is odd, and yet, you still come around to getting used to it eventually. Perks are for everybody in the Entities’ realm. Vittorio makes good use of his own.
It is simply the fierceness in his gaze that makes your limbs tremble. The way he looks fiery and cold at the same time, those strange symbols mapped onto his toned body, it’s luring you in. You can’t help how your thighs rub together at just the sight of him. Just the thought of those hands grabbing you, pulling you close or pushing you into the bed, working their way expertly down your willing and pliant body- God you’d do about anything for those hands to be touching you, those lips across your own, down your throat, kissing your legs, and in between them—
You squeal at the small pop two crossed wires make as you mistakenly touch them together. Vittorio curses softly and looks around quickly before leaning towards you.
“You seem distracted,” he murmurs lowly, and that voice just sends a low lick of heat through your lower belly. You swallow thickly. Don’t think about that, don’t think about that! He is scolding you in his own way, eyes not quite angry, but focused on you now.
“Sorry,” you whisper out, barely able to calm your nerves enough to start twisting another piece of a screw into place. He hums softly, and you try to tighten your muscles to stop your body from trembling. God, you are shaking. Are you this needy? Well, yes, but could anyone blame you?
“Something on your mind?” His tongue swipes his lower lip as his striking eyes flick back to you. He resumes his work on the generator, but your breath catches. He’s just so handsome.
“Just, ah—” Your voice is much more husky than you intended. You clear your throat, he raises a brow. “Just feeling a bit stressed this time.” You whisper to him, staring at the pumping cylinders. You don’t like how close they resemble a good rhythm in bed. It’s not helping.
“Stressed? Is that all?” He asks softly. It’s like he knows - Goodness you hope he cannot read your mind. That would be.. Well. A number of things could describe that scenario.
You hum in agreement and try to connect more wires properly this time. The engine rumbles. You hear Jake’s generator come to life just as Meg’s shriek echoes into the air. You nearly flinch, your steamy thoughts diluting away. Right, surviving. The first thing I should be thinking about.
You hear the heartbeat far too close much too soon, sending a spike of terror through your heart. Meg hadn't even been hooked. They’d come straight here. You startle away from the generator, nearly freezing in place, but Vittorio snatches your wrist and starts to pull you up the stairs in a rush.
His skin is warm on your own as he tugs you urgently to the upstairs rooms to hide. Footsteps storm into the main building, crashing through debris. You hear the loud metallic clang of the killer damaging your generator and reducing its progress, and your face pinches in frustration. You only have about two more to go to get the exit gates working.
Vittorio slows, making sure neither of you are panting too hard before he takes you both into a small closet in the corner of one of the rooms. A broken mattress is laid half across the floor and propped up against the wall and he backs you into it. It’s a tight, dead end corner that could easily get you both injured, but the chances of the killer coming this deep into the upper rooms is low.. Hopefully.
You stumble a little before flopping onto the bedding with a small oomf. It’s so lifeless and decayed the springs don’t even squeak when you do so. Vittorio is at the entrance, his back to you as he crouches down, peering just around the corner as that heavy, booming heartbeat lingers. His hand steadies himself on the mattress just beside your leg, splayed wide. He could probably engulf your whole thigh in his palm, pushing them up and apart-
You smack your hands over your hot face as you bite back a groan of frustration and need. Vittorio glances back at you at the sound, his hand coming to rest on your knee with a firm squeeze that clearly says “Be quiet.”
With that single touch, you are anything but.
A soft, breathy whine erupts from your throat. You both go very still as strong footfalls stomp up the staircase. Slowly, Vittorio turns, blue patterns lighting up his surprised features. You feel a scalding flush pour down your neck. Oh you are so screwed.
Your own heartbeat seems to pound louder and faster than the one emitting from the Killer that stalks down the hall just outside. Your breaths are shallow, shaky, and Vittorio hasn’t once taken his eyes - or his hand - off of you. You can only peer through your split fingers at him, terrified of his reaction almost more than the thought of the killer finding you.
It is a long moment before the steps and heartbeat fade away out of range. Another motor has been sprung to life. Your stomach swoops as Vittorio turns fully to look at you, face unreadable, and runes glowing in the lowlight.
“You’re horny?” He asks quietly, almost accusatory.
“I—!” You have no idea what to say to him. “It’s not- I was just—”
“Getting turned on? This whole time?” He shifts over you, brows furrowing in his thoughtful expression. He studies you for a moment as you, speechless, stare back at him. “Over me?”
You can’t even help the helpless, shocked noise that you make before you bury your head in your arms, crossing them over your face. The bastard chuckles at you.
“Stop! Don’t laugh at me!” Your muffled whine comes out more pitiful than you feel.
“I’m not, darling,” He says, but you can hear his smile, “I just think it’s cute.”
“Sure.” You huff. His thumb brushes against the inside of your knee and a tingle shoots up your spine - wow that feels good. Your breathy sigh warms your face and arms.
“Sensitive.” He murmurs. Gods, he saw that?
“Please, Vittorio—” You’re not sure if you’re about to ask him to leave, apologize to him, or what, but he interrupts you.
“Should’ve told me sooner, love.”
At that, your arms fall to the mattress and you sit up with a jolt. He’s close, leaning over you, one hand braced on the mattress and the other still on your knee, still stroking softly. Your lips tremble, unsure of how to even respond, and he smiles, both sweet and seductively.
“We could’ve fixed this much earlier, you know,” His stunning gaze roams your face and you blink, wondering if you are dreaming.
“What are you saying?” You ask in a whisper, almost unwilling to believe what he is implying. “Are you—”
“Asking you if you would like some intimacy? Yes, I am. Consent is very important, beautiful.” He affirms, waiting patiently as his words melt over you.
You are momentarily stunned, lips parted, watching him, almost wondering if you should pinch yourself.
“But, you’re…” You fumble for words. “You’re so attractive and I’m—”
“Please don’t finish that sentence,” He frowns at you, “I think you are incredibly attractive and good looking, so if I may, I think getting the chance to make you feel good would be a heavenly honor.”
Your eyes nearly roll back in your skull. Heat washes over you anew, the fire rekindled from the sexy way he is speaking to you.
“Yes please, yes, I want this, please Vittorio,” You nod just to confirm both verbally and visually that yes, you enthusiastically want to feel amazing with this man. He grins, his canines making him even more ruggedly handsome, and leans into you.
His warm body presses against yours as he kisses you, and you melt into him like warm butter. Hands skim up your leg and your side, squeezing roughly, feeling you all over and you adore it. It’s like a thousand electrifying tingles across your skin, and you immediately feel wetness pooling.
The kiss is burning, passionate, growing slightly messy as you both tilt your heads. Your fingers come up, tenderly touching his forearms, and at his enthusiastic grunt, you press harder, feeling up those runes you’ve been drooling over all day. It’s glorious, you want nothing more than to run your hands over his body for hours. Forever, even.
Your lips part and you sigh delightedly. He hums, his eyes alight with pleasure and mischief. His hands find your waistband, causing you to let out a curious noise.
“I want to eat you out.” He says, almost breathless, and your heart skips. Oh Gods—
“Me?” You say, dumbly, and he nods.
“Please, let me eat your pussy, love,” He coos, and you outright moan at the thought.
“Yes, Vittorio, please do that, I want that,” Your hips wiggle, legs spread around his broad body, and his hands work quickly to remove your pants. “Please, oh my god, yes,” Your whispers fill the space, your back propped up against the mattress, watching him tug them down and slide back up your bare thighs. The excitement just from watching him, kissing him, touching each other, it’s too much.
“You’re already soaked through your panties, honey,” He murmurs in a low tone, sounding delightfully eager himself, “Did I do that?”
“Yes,” You moan out, thighs clenching as his fingers press in, his face lowering towards your belly, “All you, I want you, Vittorio, please more!” You can’t help getting a little loud. His eyes flick up, meeting yours, and his lips part.
“More, sweetheart?” He asks, gently, fingers gripping your thighs like he can’t wait to dig in.
“More please,” You whimper, and he hums.
“Anything for you.” He breathes. His lips come down over your clothed pussy and you groan, doing your best to hold it back. He mirrors your sound, clearly pleased, and he teases you with a few more taunting licks before his fingers grip the waistband of your panties.
He tugs them down, slowly, tantalizing, eyes holding your gaze, taking in your flushed face, reddened lips, smiling a little when he finally slips your panties off. You shudder under his staring, needy and wanting as you pant and huff soft little whines and noises. He’s visibly turned on, a large bulge pressing into his pants, but seems entirely focused on you.
“Please,” You whimper, even as Vittorio lowers his face to your dripping sex, licking his lips.
“Don’t worry, sweet girl,” He murmurs, hot breath ghosting across your skin. You whine even more at the pet names that send your heart racing. “I’ll give you exactly what you want.”
His thick tongue presses a long, hard lick through your soaked cunt and you are gone.
You had expected a bit of teasing, some more playfulness between you and him, but Vittorio eats you as though you are his last meal and he can’t get enough. His tongue works in expert swipes across your clit and every sensitive spot it can reach, and it is the most heavenly thing you have ever felt.
Hot flashing sparks dance up your body from your throbbing core and you can’t stop yourself from moaning, crying out his name, fingers tangling in his hair as he groans and sucks on your clit. Your thighs are trembling, clenching against his head, and his broad hands steady your hips as they buck and writhe against his face.
His hot breath fans across your lower belly, where pleasure is building in delicious waves. That tight coil inside is being unraveled by his absolutely marvelous mouth moving against you, his tongue lapping up every drop of your juices, your moans and whines echoing against the small wooden walls of the closet. You are too deep in your pleasure to care about the volume.
“Yes! God yes, oh fuck, that’s so good, you’re so good—” Your breathy praise makes him hum as you stumble over more curses and cries of how good he’s making you feel. It’s like stars trickling through your blood. He’s eating you out like he’s craved your taste for an eon.
“Vittorio, Vittorio,” you chant and moan for him as he yanks your hips closer, pushing all of his face against your dripping sex with a grunt. He manhandles you further, tilting your hips up, your lower back lifting off the scratchy mattress. You gasp, throwing your head back as his tongue delves in further, into the pulsing entrance of your cunt, and you surely are going to die right then and there.
He pulls back, barely, panting against your cunt. One of his fingers reaches up, slipping between your folds and sending heat through your body.
“Good girl,” he breathes out, kissing across your thigh, his lips wet, “I want you to come for me, sweetheart, can you?”
“Yes,” you gasp out, the cool air making your hips twitch when it reaches your core, that single digit teasing you before it slips inside, “Oh god, please more, please!” You beg, hands reaching for him.
He grins against your skin. “More what? Use your words, princess.”
“More—” His finger curls at the perfect angle, brushing that sweet spot, bursts of pleasure soaring through you as you moan deeply again. “Please, oh god, right there!”
His finger thrusts gently, curling, prodding, his tongue flicking out to give a teasing lick to your swollen cunt.
“Tell me, pretty girl, tell me what you want.” His low voice rumbles, eyes meeting yours from between your legs, and the sight just about makes you cum right there as your heart hammers against your chest.
“Please eat me out!” You beg with a moan, “Please, I need your mouth on me, your tongue, please, I-I need it so badly—”
Vittorio’s groan is so hot to your ears you can’t help but gasp.
“Good girl,” he murmurs again, before he dives back in with a hungry moan of his own.
The friction of his finger, the sloppy wetness of his tongue and your slick, all of it is such an amazingly overwhelming pleasure that you are lost to everything else. Just you and him, his incredibly talented mouth and hands working to bring you to your climax like it’s everything he’s ever wanted. Tears pool in your eyes as you moan and whine and beg for him to push you over the edge.
“Come for me, good girl, that’s it, I want you to,” He huffs out against your cunt, barely letting himself breathe. You are so close, right on the cusp, gasping out your mewls and whines for him. You bury your fingers in his short cropped hair, hips thrusting up against his mouth.
“Yes, yes, yes! Vittorio, I’m-I’m so close, I’m there, I wanna cum I wanna cum—” He’s groaning eagerly, encouraging you with his noises, fingers pressing into every sweet spot they can find. You can feel that lovely coil about to burst.
With a long, breathy moan, your climax crashes over you.
Hot pulsing fills your core and Vittorio moans against you, fingers pulling out so his tongue can replace them, shoving in as deep as it can as your cunt becomes sensitive and throbbing, your body melting with the tingles flooding your figure. You are breathless, weightless, and completely at Vittorio’s mercy. He keeps drinking every last drop your sweet cunt will give him, licking and sucking until you are whining to him and tugging at his hands, shivering beneath him.
When your foggy vision clears, he is grinning like the cat that got the cream, licking his lips, cleaning his damp fingers, and you are helplessly aroused and wanting more.
“You taste delicious,” he says, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your trembling knee, “good girl.”
Even his words send another jolt of heat straight to your core.
“I’ve never felt so good in my life.” You breathe out.
In the distance, a deep bell tolls. The reality washes over you as you meet Vittorio’s eyes. They’ve opened the gates now, and it’s time to leave. He doesn’t seem to be all that bothered, reaching to gather your clothes for you and help you get dressed again.
You are still sensitive, shuddering when your thighs rub against the slick mess between them.
“But what about you?” You ask quietly, biting your lower lip.
Vittorio helps you stand, keeping your hand in his as he begins to lead you back down the hall. His eyes skim over your figure before he meets your gaze with a mirthful look.
“If you think we aren’t going to continue this back at camp, then you’re mistaken. I suggest preparing for a long night before our next trial.” He says, velvet voice low and full of sensual promise. Your pussy clenches at his words, and you squeeze his hand.
“Yes please,” You whisper back, smiling at him. He chuckles, and you both carefully make your way to one of the exit gates your teammates had already opened.
On the way out, you finally manage to run your fingers along Vittorio’s runic patterns. He doesn’t say anything when you do, but you see the hint of a smirk on his face as your fingers glide across his back. They are in fact warm, like his skin, and only feel slightly smoother. They dance and glimmer in no particular pattern as you caress them.
You wonder how they’ll look when they are scratched. You can test that later tonight.