Over the course of a month, I visited Solf whenever I had the chance. The only times I didn't, were when I couldn't control myself. I was craving his touch more and more until I couldn't take it anymore. The guard ended up taking me to Solf's cell again, I proved I could behave myself, and once we got there,  he stood a little bit to the side. I whined when I couldn't see through the slots on the door, and Solf's voice reverberated off the inside walls. "They finally let you back here. Were you a good boy? Did you roll over, and beg like a dog?" He already had me weak, and leaning on the door. "Solf, I want you." "I bet you do, I'm a great conversationalist." "Pfft. Not easy to conversate through a slab of metal." "And yet here we are." I looked at the guard, almost with puppy eyes. "Is there any way to get you to unlock this? Maybe if I could guarantee he won't leave his cell?" The man snorted. "If it were up to me, I'd kill him right now. I don't even know why you want to see that freak." I frowned.

"Unlock this door, and I'll guarantee he won't leave it." "It's not for his safety-" "Then let me die in there. There won't be a mess for you to clean up, and nobody has to know." He opened his mouth to say something else, and I took his gun from him. "Open. That. Door. Lock me in there if it'll make you feel better." His lips tugged into a thin line as he obeyed me. I gave his gun back, and stepped inside the cell, the door shut, and locked behind me, and it took quite a lot of blinking to get used to the sudden, and nearly complete darkness. Excitement filled me, and made my stomach burn in a pleasant way. "That was reckless. Do you have a death wish, Topaz?" I felt around for his body, and soon felt a hand grab my own. "Nope. As I said, if you kill me, so be it. I'm willing to take that chance." I got pulled down, and found it to be his lap. "Well. I don't know if that's romantic or stupid, but I'm greatful for the company." "I don't suppose there's a way to get your hands out of these things."

I traced his wrists where the skin met wood, and felt Solf shiver, just the tiniest bit. "Not unless you brought something to cut it with." "Oh well. We'll just have to work around them." I could see his body shape in the light from the hall, and moved myself to straddle him, and I moved my arms under the shackles. "Did you come here just for the sex?" The guard outside made a gagging noise, and I heard his retreating footsteps. "No. I came here for the sex, the pain, and your intelligence." "Then get on with it." I leaned down, and kissed him softly, running my hands through his hair until I got to a knot. "Aw they don't let you brush, do they?" "Not an inch." I frowned, and kissed along his face, and jaw, gently working through the knots, and tangles. He moaned softly when I could run my hands smoothly through his hair, and I ran my hands down his back, and then up under his shirt. "You're so gentle this time." I licked his lip, and asked "Is that a problem?" "No, just observing." I moved my hands to his front, and gently pinched his nipples between my thumb, and index finger.

"Harder." I pinched harder, and moved to bite at his shoulder. "Not...not too hard now, can't leave any marks." I whimpered, and kissed at the bite. I got off him in favor of dropping to my knees in front of him, I tugged at his pants, and we made a team effort to get them down. "You're bigger than I remember." I felt his fingers in my hair, and he gently pushed me down 'til I took his soft cock in my mouth. I kept a hand around the base, and worked slower this time. I wanted him to feel as much as I could give him, knowing it would probably be a while before we could do this again. "Savoring the moment this time?" I could practically hear the smirk on his lips, and I let myself almost completely relax, sucking him off slowly, almost teasingly, going down to my hand, and slurping back up until he was leaking precum. I was honestly surprised he let me do it that slow, but wasn't gonna dwell on it. I got my own pants off, and sucked on three of my fingers until they were dripping with spit.

He was breathing hard, and shallow, his hand remaining in my hair, cock hard, and leaking against my cheek. We kept eye contact while I reached behind me with my wet hand, and pushed two fingers into my ass. I had already done this earlier, but I wanted to do it again, in front of Solf. It was somehow hotter to me, touching myself in front of him, under his lustful gaze. I stroked his cock slowly while I opened myself, and soon after the third finger went in, I was wiggling against my hand and moaning quietly. "Come on then, h-hurry up." I straddled him again, and hovered above him, one hand on his cock to hold it steady, and the other on his shoulder to steady myself, his hands were on my hip, and stomach. I lowered myself onto him, and my breath hitched as he stretched me, and I kept biting my lip to stay quiet, letting out little whimpers until he was fully sheathed. His hand gently pressed against my stomach, he was feeling the slight bulge his cock made in me. "Hngh, ahh...I missed this." "As have I. Come on, you don't have much time." I nodded, and shifted a bit, his cock brushed my prostate, and I barely caught the moan that flew out of my lips. "Come on then, I can't do it for you this time." "Shut up, alchemist." I moved up  and down on him, his nails dug into me through my shirt, and we both had a hard time keeping our sounds to ourselves.

"Kiss me, alchemist." "Don't tell me what to do. Psychopath." My stomach burned with desire, and I rode him harder, stealing his breath along with mine. We met halfway, and our lips locked in a violent kiss of passion, arousal, and need. I clung onto him, and he kept burning me, just like last time. "M-mm call me n-names again." "You like being degraded?" He jerked his hips up, and made my breath hitch. "O-only when you do it!" He chuckled, and leaned forward, sinking his teeth into my collar bone. I moaned shamelessly, and scrambled to hold onto him. "You filthy whore. Getting off on being hurt, degraded, used. It's filthy, and shameful." "G-god, yes. Please. More!" I felt his cock twitch in me, and he kept his face buried in my shoulder, calling me every name he knew like it was a chant. 'Whore, slut, filthy bitch, toy,' and my favorite 'maniac'. I couldn't hold on anymore. "S-solf I'm g-gonna-" "Wait. Lift my shirt up, don't cum on my clothes." I had to slow my pace enough to obey, and, with shaking hands, managed to lift his shirt up to his armpits. "Solf please...mph." His hand wrapped around my cock, and squeezed a bit. It took one swipe of his thumb across my tip for me to clamp a hand over my mouth, and bite down on the side of it. His hand stopped most of the mess, and he soon shuddered, with a muffled groan, and I was filled to the brim. I rode him through it, and leaned against him when it ended. When he let go of me, I lifted his hands, and licked him clean before I got off him, and licked away what he didn't catch from his ribs. I wanted to stay, and hold him a little longer, but I was out of time. I got our clothes back on, and pecked him on the lips before I left him to his post-sex bliss.