Forty-Four…

Forty-Four: Lustful Intent

WARNING: CONTAINS ADULTERY, NUDITY & VERY EXPLICIT SEX. 

Also contains harsh language and very odd similes and metaphors. :p

Hunter looked up at a painting on the wall. Why he seemed so smug, Aubrey wasn’t sure.

But he sure looks hot.

He glanced at the piano.

Vaclav’s words echoed in her ears: ‘I can allow you to get what you need from the Shadow. Until I get out of prison, or until you can forgive me.’

His allowance was tempting, and she needed a distraction from the entire stressful situation… not to mention she was lonely.

But was there really any justification for adultery? Even after the awful things Vaclav did to her?

Hunter sat down at the piano.

A horrible sound followed as his fingers banged on the keys.

♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♪ ♫ $#%^&  The awful ‘music’ continued. Vaclav he was not.

Oh, my God… make it stop already.

Finally, he stopped.

“I can’t play worth a shit.” He chuckled.

“Um…”

“It sounded okay, I guess.”

He rose and walked up to her.

“Thanks for saying I played okay, even though I know perfectly well I suck.”

“Mm-hm.” I’m just glad you stopped playing.

Later, he sat in the family room.

Aubrey approached him.

Should I or shouldn’t I? she wondered.

I should.

Aubrey lowered onto Hunter’s thighs.

“What are you doing?” He chortled, nervously.

“Um, I—want to have sex with you.”

OMG! Did I REALLY just say that?!

She ground against him, trying to get comfortable.

What was that pressing against her rear? Was her seduction working? Oh, nevermind. That was his hand.

She leaned back.

Then ran her fingers through his dark hair, while groping his arm with the other hand.

“Aubrey, I can’t do this.”

It felt like a kick to her stomach. A very violent, very painful kick to the stomach; knocking the wind out of her.

She bolted from his lap.

The humiliation was unbearable.

Aubrey took a shower.

Degrading thoughts raced through her mind.

Am I not pretty enough?

Am I not hot enough?

Am I not thin enough?

Am I not… good enough?

I’ve been taking the left over birth control pills since a week after the miscarriage. I’ve prepared myself, I’ve done everything! That morning in the pool, when I kissed him, I thought there was some morsel of chemistry. Didn’t he feel anything? We’ve done the flirtatious dance for weeks now!

Finally she realized the problem wasn’t her… it was HIM.

“If you don’t think I’m good enough, then that’s on you!”

“Aubrey, I—”

“No! I don’t want to hear it. Screw you, Hunter.”

Rejection hurts. Rejection sucks.

“I respect you too much to do that! And I respect your marriage to Vaclav!”

“So that’s it,” she muttered. “If we have sex, you’re scared Vaclav will kill you after he gets out of prison.”

“Maybe that’s it,” he half-assed admitted.

She refused to mention what Vaclav told her. Hunter should want her enough to do it, not just because Vaclav gave them permission.

Frustrated, Aubrey started tugging the tangled rats from her hair.

She was so angry with Hunter, she hadn’t bothered to comb it yet.

For now, her fingers would suffice. In more ways than one.

“You’re afraid of my husband. That makes you a pussy.”

She started from the room.

“And that makes you a bitch,” he said.

She froze. “I’d rather be a bitch than a wuss.”

“Fine.”

“Fine!”

“You want me?” he whipped off his shirt, unfastened his trousers.

“I’m not a pussy, and I’m not a wuss.”

He drew up behind her.

Holy shit. He’s gonna do it?

Her heart pumped.

“Get on the floor, over by the fireplace so we can have angry sex.”

Suddenly, self-doubt kept her feet glued to the floor.

“What are you waiting for? Hurry the fuck up.”

He followed her; then something horrifying occurred…

 She tripped over her own feet.

Moron! the voices in her head screamed.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice faintly trembling. She knew he was stifling laughter, the bastard.

She started getting up but he stopped her.

“You’ll be fine just like that,” he said pulling down his pants.

Doggy style? It was a position she hadn’t tried before…

He crouched and slid the towel from her body.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes.” I think I’m ready… oh, God. What the hell am I doing?

He stuck it in her va jay jay.

Aubrey sucked in a deep breath; then exhaled.

Hunter moved with a fiery vengeance, expressing all his earlier rage onto her body.

He grunted, charging against her like a freight train through a tunnel.

Now she knew what those tunnels felt like.

“Don’t… ever… call… me a wuss… again,” he moaned. Then he grabbed her hips, shoving himself further.

Aubrey cried out.

Hunter’s body went rigid as he climaxed. Miniature explosions ripped through Aubrey… his orgasm led to her own. She wanted to scream his name at the top of her lungs.

Then they collapsed onto the floor.

“Omigosh, that was amazing.” Aubrey panted.

“Nothing better than angry sex,” he replied.

They drifted to sleep.

As another nightfall came…

So did they, in Vaclav’s bed.

They’d screwed so much that Hunter exhibited a tell-tale glow on his face.

“Are you ever going to tell me how you became a shape-shifter?” she asked moments later.

“A witch placed a curse on me not long after I became a vampire.” His fingers threaded between hers.

“What happened to the witch?”

“After she cursed me, I turned into a wolf and killed her.”

Aubrey looked at him and laughed, but her laughter was cut short by his lips.

She fell against the mattress, around the same time she felt herself falling for Hunter…

They continued their game of fore-play.

And Vaclav’s mind saw every torturous vision, like being forced to watch a despicable film over and over.

He groaned, holding his head.

“Get these fucking visions out of my head!”

Vaclav’s punishment did not fit the crime.

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Thanks for reading, and sorry about Aubrey’s behavior in this one. >_> *cough cough* slut *cough*  Then again, loneliness and stress can make sims do strange things…

btw Kat and Reznik were being cared for by the butler (in another part of the house, far far away) while all this was going on.  😛