Even with his vision spinning from the alcohol and a dull ache pounding in his head, Zaroth instantly knew what Betty was doing — she was trying to seduce him.
Feeling her breasts firmly press against him, his heart rate spiked, as the blood in his veins ran hotter. The way she looked at him mouth opened, taking a shallow breaths, her face flushed red, and her striking blue eyes like gems fixed on him made all the blood rush to a single part of his body.
'What is happening right now?' he asked himself, it wasn't like he had known her for a long ti, nor had he saved her life in so kind of heroic way, not that at least he could rember, so why was she throwing herself at him?
'Maybe she has ulterior motives? Actually scratch that, who doesn't have ulterior motives?' he struggled to think of a single person that did not have them. The real question was were these ulterior motives going to harm him in so way or not?
As he debated with himself in his head, Betty was waiting patiently for his answer, not moving away from him.
"Is there a reason as to why you want ?" finally he asked behind the mask. Due to the irrational actions of Betty, he was beginning to fear that she was going to betray him or poison him or sothing worse.
"Is there a need for a reason to do anything? Not everyone stops to ask if their choices are right. We act first and deal the fallout later. And all I can say is that I have never t a man like you in the city, and I don't want to let you go… at least not until we spend so ti alone," She whispered the last part, as she nudged even closer.
'You are most likely overthinking. Or in other words, she really just wants to fuck you. It seems that won do like the strong mysterious type of n… at least Betty.' Luna spoke in his head.
Zaroth was a simple man at heart. He lived by his desires. And in monts like this, he only asked himself one question: 'What do I really want?'
Though, in truth, the decision had already been made — his body had answered before his mind even caught up. His mber seed to have already made the decision for him.
Putting a hand on her thigh, feeling the outwardly softness he slowly began to move it forward toward a certain private area.
"Hey! I will take care of the tavern, you guys go sowhere more private!" Zoe shushed behind the counter. A single day speaking with Betty and looking at the people in the tavern was all she needed to conclude that Betty was a popular one among the n.
If they saw her practically throwing herself over soone, they would go insane—not that they would dare attack Zaroth but they would most likely drink themselves to death.
Muttering a quiet thank you, both of them quickly left.
*****
One thing led to another and now, Zaroth stood in Betty's room as she finished undressing. He was doing the sa, until his fingers paused at the demonic mask.
'Should I remove it?' he debated with himself, it wasn't like she knew him personally. The only way she could know him is if she had watched the tournant with one of the orbs.
"Fuck it." he spoke softly as he removed it from his face.
Betty's eyes widened for a mont. She did not expect the man in front of her to reveal his face, as she assud there was a reason for it to be hidden.
That was not the only thing that shocked her however, his face alone spoke how old he was. 'So young!' she couldn't help but note and then another thought entered her mind. 'He is handso!'
"Wait, are you Zaroth?" finally after the shock had worn off she managed to recall that she had seen him in the tournant winning first place.
"Yes, so what if I am?" He stepped closer, pulled her into his arms, and captured her lips with his. At the sa ti, he sat on the bed, pulling her onto his lap.
"I am just surprised that I found a celebrity." she teased, trying to appear indifferent, but by the way her body was getting hotter it seed that she found Zaroth genuinely attractive.
She worried if the man behind the mask was just busted and that was why he hid himself, but it turned out to be a hottie!
"~Hm!" Betty moaned as his mber slowly entered her. Her body arched, a hot jolt of electricity surging through every nerve as pleasure began to overwhelm her senses and drown out all rational thought.
Her hands wrapped around his back, she dug her short nails into his skin. Thankfully, Zaroth did not mind. Midnight had the sa habit so he had gotten more or less accustod to it by now.
And even if he felt a little of the pain, it didn't register in his mind, as Betty's insides made him forget every trouble he had at the mont.
Placing his two hands over her bottom, feeling the softness, he began to guide her gently up and down in a steady rhythm. However, Betty seed to have other plans as she began bouncing on him, hard — so hard that the bed started creaking, as if it was ready to snap in half.
Zaroth did not mind her intensity one bit as thanks to her, he was fully focused on the mont and did not need to think about unnecessary things.
"Ah!" Her legs stretched wide, toes curling, body trembling from the wave of pleasure that swept over her. Her mind felt like it was lting.
Zaroth did not leave her ti to recover, however, as he brought his mouth to hers, locking them into a kiss once again. At the sa ti he stood up as she was still in his arms and began to move her in fast and deliberate motions.
With each thrust, it seed that he was using more and more power his movents rougher, more relentless. And yet, Betty welcod it all — her legs wrapped tightly around him, refusing to let go until she had milked him dry.
Eventually, both of them climaxed as they collapsed on the bed.
Taking a few heavy breaths to recover himself, he gazed at Betty.
"I know this is our little secret." Betty spoke with a giggle, managing to guess what Zaroth was about to say. With a swift and playful motion she sat upright over him, their gazes locked into one another.
Zaroth scoffed, "Well, as long as you understand."
He placed his hands on either side of her hips, his pulse quickening as they were clearly about to dive into another round—That was before a large clang of a door opening was heard on the first floor of the building."BETTY WHERE ARE YOU?!" a loud male voice shouted, his voice laced with rage.
Upon hearing the voice and her na being called, her eyes narrowed in horror. "You have to go!" she whispered urgently, scrambling off him.
"What? Why?" Zaroth asked, raising an eyebrow, confused by her sudden panic.
"That's my father! Get out before he sees you!"
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