Two weeks ago, you've broken with your girlfriend Zorita. She was cute and all, but so incredibly boring! Now it's Halloween, and it's a lonely one for you. You enter your home, switch the lights on, and have the shock of your life: there was someone in your living room, waiting for you in the dark! It's a girl in a female version of Zorro costume: hat, domino mask, cape, ragged skirt, boots, a long rapier... and a topless torso. The girl's perky bare tits look strangely familiar... All in all, you are confused: are you supposed to panic? To fight? To fuck? "Prepare to answer for your crimes to the blade of Zorro!" exclaims the mysterious girl melodramatically, swinging her rapier. "En Garde!" Now you recognize her - it's Zorita, your ex! What the fuck is going on here?
"Zorita???? What the hell has gotten into you???"
"Ha!" laughs Zorita harshly, her anger and arousal mixing together in an unhealthy cocktail. "You broke up with me because you thought I was boring! Well, guess what? Tonight, your dull life gets interesting!" She lunges forward, her rapier aiming at Vseslavur's exposed chest. Her breath comes quickly as excitement and adrenaline course through her veins. "First... we fence!"
No time to think. I work a lot with prop swords, and her rapier looks very familiar... But those theatrical rapiers only retract their blades hitting the target only if you remember to press the right button on its handle. And I am not sure Zorita won't get carried away. I jump to the wall and grab a couple of prop cutlasses that were hanging there. Just in time to parry Zorita's lunge with it. "Arrrr, matey, ya ain't taking an old pirate so easy, shiver me timbers!"
"Pirates now?" She snarls as she retreats, rolling her eyes. "Very clever." As she continues to circle him, trying to anticipate his next move, the tip of her rapier sways back and forth dangerously close to the floor. It's only a matter of time before it accidentally connects with something... anything. Her breath comes faster now as arousal takes over completely; she can feel her heart racing in her chest, and she can hardly keep herself from trembling with desire. "Do you know what I want most right now, Veslavir?" she asks huskily between gasps for air.
"To prove that I'm not boring... to dominate you... to defeat you..." She bites her lower lip, "to fuck you senseless!" Her eyes widen as an idea strikes her like lightning; with a quick thrust of her rapier, she lunges forward once more, aiming directly for Vseslavur's crotch.
"I fair winds that ye have somethin' against me pegleg, aren't ye, me sexy masked Vigilante?" I parry her lunge with one cutlass and lunge with the other, targeting her naked right tit. Remembering to push the 'retract' button, just in case.
"Hardly fair!" she protests, her voice strained as they continue to spar. Her chest heaves with each labored breath; sweat beads on her brow and roll down her cheeks, only serving to make her more alluring in Vseslavur's eyes. The feel of his cutlass pressing against her flesh sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her body, heightening the already exquisite ache between her legs. With a cry of determination, she leaps into action once more, aiming a wild flourish of slashes and thrusts at Vseslavur's defenses. Her rapier dances with deadly grace through the air, each strike closer than the last.
She lunges forward suddenly, grabbing Vseslavur by his shirt and pinning him against the wall with surprising strength. Their bodies are flush against one another now, her breasts pressing tightly into his chest as their ragged breath mingles together. "Is this what you wanted?" she gasps, meeting his gaze defiantly. "This? Is it better than your boring little life with me?" Her words are laced with a mixture of anger and desire; her free hand moves up to grip his face roughly between her fingers as she forces him to look deeper into those dark eyes.
Her thrust comes hard and fast, seeking release in the hot tightness between their bodies. "Is it... is this what you wanted?" she repeats, her voice hoarse with need.
I drop one cutlass, cup her shapely buttock and pull her to me even closer. "Dat's the way t' conquer the heart o' the ole pirate, me beauty! Dat's the strumpet t' love! Where were ye hidin' all dis time?" I kiss her passionately.
Her eyes widen in surprise at his sudden surrender, and she lets out a small sound of pleasure as their lips meet. Her kiss becomes hungrier, more demanding; her hand tangles in his hair, pulling him even closer while the other moves down to grope at his rear. His hands squeeze her ass appreciatively, urging her onward in this wild dance of dominance and desire.
With a final, powerful thrust, she cries out as their bodies finally merge together. Her hips buck against him furiously, seeking release from the pressure building inside her. "Ahhh!" She gasps as her climax washes over her, leaving her trembling and spent in his arms. Only then does she notice something else: a small piece of paper sticking out of his shirt pocket. Curiosity gets the better of her, and she reaches up to pull it free.
Opening it, she reads the words written there aloud: "You broke up with me because you thought I was boring. Now I'm going to prove that I can be whatever you want." Tears well up in her eyes as understanding finally dawns on her. It wasn't about proving Vseslavur wrong... it was about showing him how great she could be.
Suddenly, her anger evaporates, replaced by a deep, abiding love for this man who had been so foolish to let her go. "V-Vseslavir," she whispers, sniffling as her tears begin to fall unchecked down her cheeks. "I'm sorry... I was wrong."
She pulls away from him slightly, the tip of her rapier now barely grazing his chest rather than threatening it. Her voice wavers as she continues, "I never meant to hurt you... and I never wanted to
"What are you feeling sorry for?" There is genuine surprise in my voice. "You are fierce, and strong, and passionate, and I love this fearless warrior Zorita! That's the spirit, love! If anything, I was a fool not to see all of that in you, and I am so sorry for that!" I start kissing her proud neck.
Her words are met with a nod, and she smiles through the tears that still trickle down her cheeks. "You're right... I am strong, and passionate," she whispers as his lips find her neck. His words fill her heart with warmth, and for a moment, everything feels right in the world again.
Then, like a snake striking, she thrusts her rapier forward, aiming at Vseslavur's chest once more. "But I want you to remember... that you are the one who hurt me," she says through gritted teeth. There is a coldness in her voice now; a determination that sends shivers down his spine.
Their bodies slide against each other as they engage in another heated bout of fencing, their minds racing as they try to predict each other's moves. This time, however, it's different: there is an underlying current of malice running through the exchange, making every touch more lethal than before.
Zorita lunges forward with renewed vigor, her rapier aiming directly for his heart this time. She knows that if she doesn't end this now, she might lose control again... and she cannot afford to let herself feel anything but vengeance right now.
"Shiver me timbers, matey!" I parry her thrust and deliver a powerful hacking blow at her blade, disarming Zorita. I grab her forearms, holding her tight. "Look into my eyes. Breath with me. Too much adrenaline here. Clear your head, love."
With an angry yelp, she tries to break free from his grip, her face flushed with embarrassment and rage. "Let me go!" she hisses between clenched teeth, struggling furiously against him. But he doesn't let up; if anything, his grip grows tighter, more possessive.
Her breathing begins to slow as their eyes meet, and suddenly she realizes how close she was to losing control once again. Vseslavur's words ring true in her ears: there is too much adrenaline coursing through her veins. With a defeated sigh, she finally relaxes against him, allowing herself to be held by the man who has always been there for her.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, tears starting anew as shame washes over her. "I didn't mean... I just wanted... God, Vseslavir, I don't know what I want..." Her words trail off into a sob as her body trembles with the release of tension and emotion.
"You wanted to kill me." I wink. "Only natural, most people who know me want to kill me at least twice a day."
Her laughter, brittle and strained as it is, is enough to lighten the mood somewhat. "I'm just glad you could see the funny side of that," she says between giggles, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "But seriously... I don't know what came over me tonight."
She takes a deep breath and straightens up, pulling away from Vseslavur just enough to look him in the eye again. "I think... I think what I wanted was for us to understand each other better. And maybe... to prove something to ourselves. About how much we care about this," she says, gesturing between them with a hand.
With that, she steps forward and presses her body against his once more, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Because I never wanted to lose you... not even for being boring." Her lips find his, hungrily seeking the taste of him again, their passion reigniting despite everything that has transpired tonight.
The words bring warmth to my chest, and I kiss her back with just as much fervor. "And you'll never lose me," I say between kisses. "I love you too much for that. I always did, I just... forgot that. Thank you for reminding me how precious you are to me."
Her heart swells at his words, filling her with relief and joy. The feeling of being truly wanted and loved overwhelms her senses, banishing the last remnants of anger and desperation. As their lips part, she looks into Vseslavur's eyes, her own glistening with tears of gratitude. "I love you too," she whispers softly, cupping his cheek with her free hand.
Her body trembles as they stand there, entwined in each other's arms. The adrenaline that had been driving them both earlier has given way to something else entirely: a deep, abiding love that has grown and strengthened over time, surviving even the most impossible of circumstances. She presses herself closer against him, reveling in the feel of his warm skin beneath her fingers.
Suddenly, an idea strikes her like a bolt from the blue. With a mischievous grin, she leans forward and whispers into Vseslavur's ear: "You know what we should do... to really prove our love?"
"Uh oh, I have a feeling that might involve something... naughty." I grin back at her, caught in her web of desire once more. "And as much as I love being mischievous with you..." My voice trails off suggestively as my eyes drift downward to the exposed curve of her breast. "...there's only one thing I want to do right now."
"And what would that be?" she asks with a knowing smirk, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly. Her breath comes faster now as she feels his gaze burning into her skin; heat spreads through her body at the thought of giving him exactly what he wants. Slowly, she begins to move backwards, leading him deeper into their home until they reach the bedroom.
There, beneath the soft glow of a single lamp, Zorita turns around and presses herself against Vseslavur once more, her body arching slightly as her breasts graze his chest. "I think... I think we should just show each other how much we care," she whispers, her words barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. Her lips find his again in a searing kiss that leaves them both shaking with desire.
Hands fumble with buttons and zippers as they struggle to remove each others' clothes; impatience drives them onward until finally they are naked before one another once more. Passion ignites between them like wildfire, consuming everything in its path as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment. There are no words, only moans and gasps and the sound of skin slapping against skin as their bodies move together in a desperate dance of love and lust.
Time seems to stand still as they reach their climax together, their world reduced to nothing more than each other's touches and breaths. For these fleeting moments, everything else fades away into the background; there is only them, and their undying devotion to one another. As their orgasms subside and they collapse against the bed in a tangle of limbs and sweat-dampened hair, Zorita looks up at Vseslavur with tears streaming down her face. "I