He always runs while others walk.

He asks, while other men just talk.

He looks at this world and wants it all.

So he strikes, like Thunderball.

Sarah felt the fingers of the Summoner tug at the single string keeping her dress in place. Obliging, she aids him with her own fingers, lips still locked with his. Her hands eagerly roamed across the Summoner's bare back, the skin on her fingers smoothing over the surface of his body like satin.

Her bare, silky arms had the same effect as it pressed against his skin, increasing the Summoner's desire for more contact with her flesh. The couple suddenly halted their haphazard progress as Sarah's posterior bumps against the edge of the bed, prompting the Summoner to finally untie the restraint on Sarah's dress. Separating from her lips, the Summoner's fingers took ahold of Sarah's silk-woven attire.

A moment is shared with their eyes locked. This time around, Sarah doesn't feel the shiver run through her spine. In fact, in his arms she felt…protected.

Upon this realization Sarah silently gives him permission to slip the dress off of her body, the Summoner's hands accomplishing this task with a deft flick. A sudden rush of cold air engulfed her body as it is bared, her dress falling to the ground in a silent flourish of burnished purple.

With her attire at her feet, Sarah stood in front of the Summoner wearing nothing but the earrings clinging to her ears.

The Summoner's eyes traversed her nude form, a grin forming on his lips. Sarah's hands reached for her jewelry with the intent to remove them before the Summoner's hand halted her progress.

"Don't. Keep them on."

Giving the Summoner a strange look, Sarah complied silently, lowering her arms to her sides.

Suddenly she noticed the Summoner's grin turn to one filled with more amusement. Her eyes followed his gaze until she found herself staring at her bare nether regions, visible due to the lack of her undergarments. A small blush forms on Sarah's cheeks, a mental image of her panties lying on the floor of the bathroom crossing her mind.

"Someone is a tad bit too excited," the Summoner says with a chuckle.

In response, Sarah closes the distance between their lips once more in order to hide the blush that had crept its way to her cheeks.

Amused by her display of bashfulness, the Summoner plays along, his arms wrapping her in an embrace. Silently, their lips still engaged in an intimate duel, the two lay themselves onto the bed after the Summoner removed his pants, letting the trousers drop onto the floor with a metallic clatter.

By now Sarah's nipples are perked, the pebbly teats rubbing against her partner's chest with every small movement their bodies made. The sheets become more ruffled by the second as the two squirmed their bodies in order to position themselves comfortably, finally succeeding once Sarah's head touched the head the bed.

Feeling the small jolt, the Summoner once again withdrew himself from Sarah's lips, supporting himself over her with his arms. His legs readjusted their positions, allowing the knees to burrow themselves within the softness of the bed. Light caught onto the glinting jewelry resting won her ears, winking at the his eyes to make the Summoner blink momentarily as his eyes hungrily gazed upon her bare body.

His lust grew with each passing second his eyes remained stuck on her skin. Her creamy, smooth skin shone in a lustrous glow, a perfectly spread pallor spread out on every area of her exposed body. Sarah's lips were parted slightly, light pants making them quiver ever so slightly. Moving downwards, her erect nipples smiled at him atop their large, fleshy pedestals. The curvature of her perfectly-molded breasts made a sudden urge to touch them run through the Summoner's mind. This urge continued to prod at him before his eyes diverted themselves to finally make their way down to Sarah's slim waist, and the flat, well-toned abdomen that usually peeked out from her usual bounty hunter ensemble.

The inactivity that followed, made Sarah's breathing beginning to grow more rapid as the man above her continued to encage her with his arms, looking down onto her form in silence. Her body squirmed and writhed slightly from the uncomfortable exploration his eyes made upon the skin that usually remained hidden.

Now it was the Summoner's turn to breathe with just a bit heavier.

His erect member hardened with a sudden surge, its head pushing against the fabric of his underwear with intent to escape. Sarah feels the vein poke her inner thigh, prompting her to take the initiative.

Her hands moved to clasp the back of his head, her fingers intertwining. With a slight tug Sarah pulled the Summoner downwards once more to engage in another fit of osculation. Suddenly removing one of her hands from his neck, Sarah took hold of one of his hands' wrists and slowly guided him across her skin. The Summoner allowed her hand to guide his across her smooth skin as the two continued to kiss with passion. He felt his touch traverse the curvature of her hip, his fingers trying their best not to grip the luscious flesh in a tight clasp.

As his hand is involuntarily progressed by Sarah's arm, his fingertips are suddenly met with warmer, softer skin. Soon the Summoner realized his hand is slowly advancing over her inner thigh towards her aching core. To affirm this, he allowed his fingers to give a slight squeeze of her flesh. Sarah elicited a slight moan, assuring his conjecture.

With a slight flick of his right hand, he silently signaled for Sarah to release her grasp on his hand. She reluctantly obeyed his silent command, her hand retreating to rest on the side of her body. The Summoner then reluctantly withdrew from her luscious lips, Sarah's mouth causing a small struggle to occur as she tried to keep their lips in contact. Their breathing had escalated its rate considerably, their breaths beginning to become more ragged. Casting another look at Sarah's face, he sees her eyes filled with an increasing desire, her cheeks stained with barely visible trails of her tears.

His right hand began to slowly advance down her silken thigh, his cold fingers making Sarah cringe slightly. Finally the Summoner guides his hand towards her warm core, his eyes still locked with hers. Upon reaching her folds, he allowed his fingers to slightly rub the periphery around her entry. Sarah bites down on her lip, a small shiver running through her body.

Suddenly the Summoner gives her an ardent kiss, his lips keeping contact with hers for just a second longer than previous times. Her tongue attempts to meet with his again, only to be stopped by his closed lips. She feels the air of the hotel room blanket over her mouth once more, the warmth of the Summoner's lips quickly taking flight. Opening her eyes she sees the Summoner give her a comforting smile. She loses herself within his steely blue eyes.

Another shudder ran through her senses as her warmth is again stimulated by the Summoner's skilled fingers, resulting in clear lubrication to spurt out of her folds. Letting out a silent moan, her eyes just barely caught sight of the Summoner's face before it dropped out of her vision, only the top wisps of his ebony hair peeking out from beneath her peripheral view.

Wincing, Sarah braced herself for the unexpected; she had engaged with the Summoner in such activities before, and she knew once his face wasn't in front of hers, his aggressive, bold tactics would soon pleasure her in a way that only he could.

Right when this thought flies through her psyche, she felt his warm breath brush the sensitive skin directly above her bosom. Suddenly Sarah let out a stifled groan as her folds are rubbed gently by the Summoner's skilled hand, another outburst escaping her throat at the sensation of his tongue making contact with her skin. In seconds her sensory system became bombarded with a myriad of different sensations, the Summoner's actions beginning to quicken as his lust demanded more. A sharp gasp lifts her off the bed for a split-second once his free hand began to fiddle around with her breast, his fingers pinching her nipple, eagerly kneading the flesh that surrounded her areola.

Just as suddenly as the Summoner had begun his assault on her body, Sarah feels his body completely shift, the bed squeaking under his weight as he removed himself from her skin. However, before Sarah could even open her eyes to see what the Summoner was up to, she feels her fleshy curtains parted roughly, his fingers suddenly burrowing themselves within her moistness.

Sarah groaned loudly in pleasure, her back arching slightly at the sudden advancement. Instinctively Sarah's legs spread apart to allow easy access for the Summoner's fingers, much to his silent approval. She then felt her head lifted up from the bed, along with the top portion of her back. Not resisting in the slightest, Sarah realized that the Summoner had propped her head up with a bent pillow, resulting in her chest to be propped up alongside her head. The top row of her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip as the Summoner began to wriggle two of his fingers within her, more of her juices spilling out onto his hand.

Opening her eyes slightly, she sees that her partner is positioned to her right on all fours. The strange positioning resulted in the couple to form a shape resembling a "T", the Summoner's legs sprawled out behind his body, his head positioned over Sarah's body, right hand continuing its ministrations while his left grasped tightly onto the pillow that held Sarah's head for support.

It is a mere second after her eyes crack open slightly that the Summoner descends his head upon her right breast. Sarah's eyes widened in surprise before they immediately shut, a jolt of electricity shooting through her spine as the Summoner's lips clamp onto the tip of her pink nipple.

"S-Su…ah…"

She is unable to utter anything more as the Summoner continues unrelentingly with his fingers. He decides to allow his thumb to position itself above Sarah's sensitive clitoris, where it begins to rub in gentle circles. His teeth clamp down slightly on the nipple that his lips had invited inside of his mouth, his mouth sucking the teat in a way that enough suction is provided as to result in her entire breast to be tugged by his lips' grip.

Sarah's toes dig into the bed sheets, the Summoner's fingers granting increasing pleasure by the second. Her red hair spilled onto the bed below her, cascading over the pillow propping her head and engulfing the Summoner's hand in a silky embrace. No matter how hard she attempts to do so, she is unable to hold back the groans that escape her lips, the Summoner's lips still clasping onto the tip of her nipple tightly. The pink of the areola girds the Summoner's mouth in a circle, his lips continuing to suckle on the nipple eagerly. Sarah's back inadvertently lifted itself off the bed every few moments; the Summoner's fingering continuing to result in those white-hot sparks of pleasure to shower her senses.

Sweat begins to slowly sleep out of the pores of both parties, the foreplay taking a toll on both of their physical conditions. Sarah's chest rises and falls with her ragged, desperate breaths, her inner walls beginning to pulsate in anticipation for more carnal stimulation. The earrings dangling from her ears act as bridges for her beads of sweat to traverse before they splattered onto the bed.

By now Sarah is unable to control her body's actions, her mouth completely agape as she breathed deeply, a small trickle of saliva beginning to seep out of the corners of her lips. Her face is flushed with a few beads of sweat sparkling on her cheeks, her eyelashes fencing her eyelids as they shut tight.

Sarah's body begins to squirm slightly as her folds gushed out increasingly concentrated amounts of lubrication, her nether regions already shiny with a thin sheen of her bodily fluids. Her left hand instinctively latched onto the Summoner's right hand, aiding his conquest by pushing it in and out of her thin crevice.

The Summoner allowed her to do so, his mouth still latching onto her breast tightly, still suckling with unrelenting force. Sweat drips from his brow onto Sarah's chest, the bead of liquid traversing her navel before joining the puddle of lubrication at her moist core. The Summoner feels his manhood bulging in his undergarments, desperate to free itself. But for now he would have to wait.

Sounds of these lewd actions fill the room, Sarah's vocal chords thoroughly exercised as a result of her unintentional outbursts and pleas for more. The couple's ears are deafened by these carnal resonances, their eyes shut in concentration and pleasure.

It is of this reason that the two do not notice the hotel room door click open gently, the hinges silently allowing a dark figure to step inside unnoticed.

"Aaaugh!"

Sarah suddenly shrieks in bliss as her inner walls pulsate fiercely, her climax imminent. The Summoner senses this and removes his mouth from her breast, allowing a small cascade of saliva to pour down the sides of the mound of flesh, partially covering it in a tiny sheen. His head tilts slightly to the side before it presses against Sarah's mouth, her lips automatically receiving him with vigor. She moans into his tongue as he engaged her lips from a horizontal angle.

The kisses shared during this period of time are uncontrolled and sloppy, saliva continuously dripping form the sides of their mouths as raw desire took hold of their psyches. It is during this chaotic fray that the Summoner decides to insert another finger into Sarah's burning core. He feels the pink inner flesh embrace his added appendage in a tight, suctioning grip, another spurt of lubrication latching onto his hand. This sudden action pushes Sarah over the edge, her mouth opening wide, tongue flopping to the outside of her lips as she releases a shrill scream of bliss into the Summoner's mouth.

Then it seems as if everything stops, Sarah's bare form ceasing its random, uncontrolled movements. A split second later the Summoner feels her womanhood flex and twist, his fingers smothered by soft, moist warmth before being engulfed with a warm sticky bodily fluid. Sarah breaks away from the Summoner's mouth, gasping in ecstasy as her climax rocks her body. Loud spurting sounds from her womanhood meet their ears as her juices gush out of her entry all over the Summoner's hands, latching onto her bare inner thighs. Sarah grips onto the sheets of the bed tightly as she rides out her orgasm, her eyes met with the steel-blue of the Summoner's once more as he looked down at her face.

Then in the peripheral of her vision, Sarah sees something that makes her heart nearly explode.

A dark figure stands near the bed, a gun in hand, the mouth of the pistol pointed directly at the Summoner's head. Sarah's eyes widen, but she is unable to utter any words of warning as her climax continues to overcome all of her bodily actions. She watches in dismay as the dark figure slowly pulls the trigger of the gun with a gloved finger, its eyes sinisterly glinting in the dim lamplight.

Suddenly, Sarah sees a flash of skin, the Summoner's hand nearly colliding with her face. His body flies off the bed, leaving her staring at the ceiling in a dazed state.

Bang!

Thud.

Bang!

Silence. The small sound of a prolonged breath of air escaping a pair of lungs.

Thud.

Silence.

Sarah's eyes remained as wide as saucers, silence still encompassing the entire atmosphere. Her orgasm is completely forgotten, the pleasure already fleeing from her system. Finally she hears a groan, and from her left the Summoner rises from the floor.

"Damn it all. I should have known another of the bloody blokes was still here."

Sarah replied in stunned silence. The Summoner merely grins and removes his underwear before throwing the cloth over his shoulder, his erect member grateful to finally be released from its confines.

Sarah replied in stunned silence.

The Summoner proceeded to crawl over Sarah's sweat-embellished body, his hand putting out a bullet hole in an area of the bed beside her, a thin wisp of smoke drifting from the black scar before the Summoner's hand finally patted it away. Her eyes followed his hand as he laid his Walther PPK underneath the pillow he had produced it from mere moments before. She notices small translucent strings of her vaginal juices connect his hand to the handle of the pistol before they broke off, the handgun hidden once more. The Summoner looked at Sarah, giving her an annoyed look, as if the ordeal with the sudden intruder was nothing to be flustered about.

"The damned chap nearly got you. I do apologize for not getting rid of him sooner."

Sarah replied in stunned silence.

The Summoner continued as if nothing happened, the dead assailant lying on the floor with the Summoner's underwear covering his face.

"Now where were we?"

The sudden question snaps Sarah out of her daze. She looks up at the Summoner with bemused eyes. Finally she replies,

"We were almost killed!"

"Yes," he said casually, his grin not disappearing. "And?"

By now Sarah is completely anxious, her body fretting with worry.

"Wh-What if another of those…men pop in here?"

She says this with eyes flickering about, not noticing the Summoner's body crawling above her slowly.

"They'll get what that fellow got," he replied, his head jerking back to point out the corpse lying on the hotel room floor.

"But-"

Before any more words are uttered from her mouth, the Summoner places a finger on her lips. The action immediately calms her, and her eyes find his instantly. By now the Summoner is hovering over her body, his face mere inches away from hers.

"No buts. Don't you trust me?"

There was no need for an answer. Instead Sarah allowed the Summoner to remove his finger from her lips, replacing it with a kiss.

Several minutes pass, and soon the Summoner's tactics succeed in making Sarah completely forget the ordeal with the rogue ORDER agent.

By now her desire had returned to its previous luster, her legs and arms tightly embracing the Summoner tightly as the two rolled around atop the white sheets of the bed in an intimate grapple. Her breasts are pillowed between their bodies, the flesh peeking out from the crevice between them. Their hands grope and squeeze wherever they desired, skin on skin. Sweat covered them in a glistening sheen, the sound of their intense osculation reverberating off the walls. Accompanying these resonances is the unmistakable sound of flesh rubbing on flesh. Occasionally the two separated for air before continuing to writhe about in a hot, sensual mess, the bright fiery red of Sarah's hair occasionally latching onto their faces to make a crimson veil.

Sarah and the Summoner's mouths continue to be intertwined in an unbreakable embrace, their tongues emulating the wrestling their bodies were engaged in. Suddenly Sarah lets out a sultry whimper as she felt the head of the Summoner's cock poke at the innermost portion of her thigh. She stopped her body from rotating around, struggling to also halt the Summoner from continuing. Separating from his lips, she pants heavily, her eyes fogged with that lust, looking deep into her partner's steely blue orbs.

The two lay on the white sheets of the bed in this state, panting, allowing their bodies to rest together in a sensual embrace. Finally Sarah bit down on her lip, her signature, seductive grin forming on her lips.

"Ready for some real fun?"

The Summoner chuckled.

"Now that's the Sarah I know."

Giving a small chuckle herself, Sarah proceeded to slide her body up the bed, using her arms as a support. Seeing that she needed leeway for her next actions, the Summoner rolled off to the side, watching Sarah's bare form with ravenous eyes. She keeps her head titled slightly at his direction, a lock of hair partially covering her face as her body continued to move sensually, showing off her assets.

Now on all fours, Sarah kept her gaze with the Summoner's eyes, her body crawling towards him. The Summoner enjoyed his vantage point, Sarah's movements giving him a gratuitous view of the large breasts hanging below her, imitating the movements of the earrings dangling from her earlobes. Finally Sarah reached the Summoner's face, her hands taking hold of his cheeks.

She gives him a short kiss before her face vanishes from his vision with a flash fiery red hair. The fingers that had been placed on his cheeks had repositioned themselves on the Summoner's erection, stroking it slowly, teasing out small amounts of precum out of its tip. He lets out a soft moan at the sensation of Sarah's lips traversing his pectorals, travelling southward across his abdomen.

Realizing Sarah's advancements, the Summoner decided to make things easier for her, and shifted his body to sight crossed-legged, his back supported by his arms, his member reaching upward towards the ceiling. By now Sarah's head had advanced just past his navel. She suddenly stopped her advancement once she felt the head of his member poke into her neck as a result of his repositioning.

The Summoner felt Sarah's hands continue to stroke him, her fingers tugging at his vein with concentrated strength. Because of Sarah's position, the Summoner's eyes could see her creamy white back, her knees supporting the back of her body upwards. Looking down he could only see her red hair cascading around her scalp, pouring out onto his thighs and nether regions. The soft locks were already messy and tousled as a result of their activities.

He suddenly sees Sarah's body shift a bit forward, her frame lifting itself upwards ever so slightly to become closer to a right angle. Just as suddenly as he witnesses this, the Summoner lets out a drawn-out breath of air as he felt his manhood engulfed in soft, silky flesh. Casting his gaze downwards once more, his eyes are met with Sarah's who looked back at him with a wide grin. The Summoner sees that the cause of the sudden sensation was Sarah's breasts, the large, perfectly round flesh cupped tightly by her fingers, the tip of the Summoner's cock just barely peeking out from the top of its fleshy confines.

As soon as his eyes began survey Sarah's intentions, she started to move her breasts upward and downward in a repetitive motion, the soft skin within the valley of her bosom intimately caressing the Summoner's trapped manhood. The heavenly sensation of her silky flesh roiling about around his sensitive vein caused the Summoner to breathe in a irregular pace, his head tilted upwards. Sarah's arms continued to pump in a vertical motion, the uppermost curve of her breasts beginning to become shiny with lubrication spouting out of her partner's cock.

Taking her eyes off her progress for a few moments, Sarah looked up at the Summoner's face. Her gaze is met with his visage contorted into a blissful grimace, the Summoner's fingers digging into the bed's sheets tightly. A smile crosses her face at her success.

Descending her head downward, some her hair slipped from the back of her shoulders to meet with the Summoner's thighs. He is unnoticing of this sensation however; the pleasure induced by Sarah's actions had completely clouded all other senses. Little did he know that what she had in store for him would bring about greater ecstasy than he would have expected.

Halting her arms' pumping movements for just a few moments, Sarah suddenly encloses the head of the Summoner's cock with her mouth. Her teeth softly clamped behind the rim the swollen head of his manhood before prompting her breasts to continue their assault.

"Sarah…" the Summoner whispered passionately, the hot sensation of her mouth suckling his cock simultaneous with the flesh of her breasts smothering his pulsing shaft almost too much for him to handle.

The Summoner feels his member begin to pulsate with more force, precum exiting the slit at the tip of its head in larger spurts. His knuckles' pallor increases as his grasp tightens, sparks of pleasure showering his senses resulting in a sensation that one could only describe as dissimilar to flying.

But then Sarah proceeded to achieve what seemed to be the impossible; she began made her oral actions feel more pleasurable.

"S-ah!" the Summoner is cut off from muttering his partner's name as he feels a vibrating sensation flow through his member. Tiny black wisps begin to peek out from the corners of his vision as the ecstasy induced by this new force threatened to knock him out from sensory overload.

Sarah's lips formed into a grin at this reaction, a small dribble of precum and saliva seeping out of her lips as a result. She had begun humming slightly, knowing that the reverberations of her voice coupled with the movements of her pumping breasts and her suckling lips would drive the Summoner insane.

A stray moan passed through her nostrils as Sarah felt her core moisten with more anticipation. Taking this as a prompt to speed things up, she decides to engulf suck with more force, eager to bring about the Summoner's climax. She puts her tongue into action, curling the appendage around his erection with a tight grip. Thrusting her head forward to meet her breasts she feels moistness stain her cheeks, a result of her mouth being partially agape.

Suddenly Sarah's ears are met with a loud groan, along with the top sheet of the bed being violently tugged by a rough grip. With that, the cock within her oral chamber begins to pulsate vigorously, a hot, burning liquid beginning to gush out into her throat. Surprised by the sudden climax, she tried her best to swallow all of the incoming semen, only to have the white sticky essence clog up her passageway for oxygen, forcing her to whips her head back in order to take a breath of air.

Released from its confines the Summoner's member continued to spurt thick strands of his seed all over Sarah's face, the essence gushing out of his cock to blanket the top of her breasts in a puddle of semen. Sarah panted, watching the sexual organ continue its wrath, its owner groaning loudly during the entire span of time. By now her entire bust is completely covered with his thick produce, the seed slowly dribbling down the curvature of her breasts to drizzle onto the bed in a warm, sticky display.

Finally the member begins to twitch in smaller concentrated amounts before finally releasing one last spurt of semen before returning to its dormant state. The only movement it achieves is a result of the Summoner's hard panting, his chest glistening from sweat. Satisfied with this, Sarah proceeds to clean her face slightly, the warmness of the Summoner's essence quickly growing cold after prolonged contact with her cheeks. The smell of his seed arouses her beyond description, and by now all Sarah wanted was the Summoner's manhood pounding into her swollen folds. Just the thought of this sent another spark of predicted euphoria flying through her psyche.

Repositioning herself slightly, she withdraws from the Summoner's nether regions, his leftover semen trailing on the bed as her breasts dragged along the white sheets. Sarah breathed deeply, her pants not a result of heavy physical activity, but from thick arousement. Her fingers instinctively reached forward to the still-recuperating Summoner, taking grasp of his semen-covered cock with eager fingers to begin stroking it.

The Summoner, who had been resting with his face gazing at the ceiling, chest heaving slightly with his restful breaths, turned his gaze towards his manhood, surprised at the sudden stimulation of his sexual organ.

Feeling his eyes on her face, Sarah looked up to meet his gaze, her breaths still ragged and deep.

Sarah's physical state sends a jolt of arousal through the Summoner's psyche as he looked at her, stray morsels of cum webbed among her red hair, dangling on her earrings and staining her cheeks, her eyes filled with a desperate, almost pleading look, her white teeth bared slightly from her open mouth.

The Summoner then knew that this was nothing really out of the ordinary. It was merely the pent-up lust of a woman who had not been loved properly for quite a while. For all he knew, the last time she had proper treatment was during their intimate trysts several months ago. By now his cock is already erect once more, ready for more action.

Eyes still keeping contact with Sarah's, he leaned forwards, moving his hands to her shoulders. Gently he rubbed them as a silent indication to release herself from his body. But more importantly, it was an indication that he was finally going to begin.

Instantly realizing this, Sarah complied immediately, withdrawing her hands from his member, her hands relocating themselves onto the bed. With a grin the Summoner removed his hands off of her shoulders, but not after sliding his fingers along the back of her shoulder blades as a small tease. The bed begins to creak slightly as the Summoner made his way around her on his knees, his erect member looking almost comical as it jutted out from his crotch as an extra appendage.

Sarah remained in place, her hips wavering slightly as her posterior remains projected toward the ceiling. Finally she feels the Summoner's movements cease, and his hands begin to traverse her fleshy rump. She bit down on her lip as his fingers teasingly drew circles around the curvature of her buttocks, slowly caressing the sensitive flesh with his delicate touch. The sound of skin on fabric followed as Sarah's arm instinctively spread out before her, her left still tucked beneath her head. Both of her hands gripped the bed tightly as she gasped, her arousal mounting by the second.

The Summoner, kneeling directly behind Sarah's exposed posterior, continued with his preshow. His fingers played about the peripheral area of her bare entry, the puffy folds completely soaked with lubrication. The Summoner has trouble tearing his gaze away from her pink folds, the entryway to her womb constantly emitting viscous juices that slowly dribbled down the sides of her thighs, dripping in slow strings onto the bed sheets. In a short matter of time, the entire area between her thighs become shiny with her lubrication.

Slowly the Summoner kneaded with his fingers, his body just screaming from him to plunge himself within the tantalizing woman before her. But he continued to keep up with his foreplay, desperately resisting the temptation with all of his strength. His will to hold back continued to waver away as his fingers advanced towards Sarah's sodden core, his thumbs starting to rub along the edges of her entry while his hands gripped to the tender, abundant flesh of her ass.

This new action gained an increased amount of moans from his partner, Sarah's chin digging into the bed as her jaw widened to allow her outbursts to escape from her throat. She feels her whole body crackling with droves of white-hot pleasure as the Summoner's skilled fingers dug around the area of her burning core. Her body heaved with deep, desperate breaths, her womanhood continuously spewing slick lubrication to stain the Summoner's caressing fingers.

Then Sarah felt something rising from within her, a fire channeling itself through her sensitive inner walls. With a sudden yelp, she climaxed for the second time that night, coating the Summoner's hands with her vaginal juices, the gushing produce latching onto any available skin, dribbling onto the bed below.

The Summoner kept his thumbs in place, hooking each side of Sarah's pink folds to allow the fluids from her climax to gush out onto his chest. He gritted his teeth at the sensation of her hot juices flowing down his abdomen to coat his throbbing member, his nose eagerly consuming the arousing aroma of the viscous nectar. He kept a tight grip on her posterior as her orgasm continued to rack her body in violent convulsions, her entry spurting out a seemingly endless amount of precious juices. His face twitched slightly as beads of Sarah's sweat flew through the air as the result of her head whipping back and forth, her body still riding out the climax that was channeling through her system.

"…ah…fu...eyagh…"

Sarah finally settled down slowly, her head ceasing its thrashing. Her eyes are at half-mast, her mouth continuing to pant heavily. She felt her womanhood continue to pulsate, the Summoner's thumbs still clamped down on either side of her entry. A wet sensation greeted her as the results of her climax continued to slowly traverse the skin of her inner thigh, trickling onto the sheets her knees dug into.

A sudden silence invades the room, Sarah's raggedy breaths the only sound that could be heard. Suddenly, just as the silence had appeared, she groaned loudly to interrupt the short peace.

"S-Summon-aaaah…" Sarah hissed, her speech interrupted as her folds are suddenly met with the warm, delicate touch of her partner's tongue.

She had not noticed the Summoner's hands reposition themselves to grip her buttocks tightly, leaving her pink open folds vulnerable to his ravenous mouth. The Summoner himself had finally given in. The sight of Sarah's orgasm, her vaginal juices spurting out in sticky strings all over the bed, triggered a response within his psyche to which he responded with vigor. It was almost an instinctive action when he lunged forward to burrow his face within Sarah's ass, his cheeks completely smothered with her remaining fluids.

Once his mouth had touched her vaginal lips, the mere taste of her moistness drove him wild, his tongue instantly darting itself into her warmth.

The Summoner proceeded his actions with a lustful robustness, gaining more of her fluids to flow onto his awaiting tongue before it flowed down his throat. He kept her posterior steady as she constantly writhed under his grasp, sensory stimuli shooting through her like a heavy shower beating down on the roof of a small cottage. His nose is met with the arousing scent of her lubrication spouting out from her folds, along with the distinct aroma of sweat and the sweet scent of Sarah's perfume.

Sarah's eyes are lost with lust, her partner's skilled tongue prodding her sensitive region in a way only he could accomplish. Somewhat accustomed to the constant stimulation induced on her inner walls, her loud moans reduced themselves to soft, quieter whimpers and hisses. Even so, her body continued to squirm under the Summoner's firm grasp, every fiber in her body effected by the wildfire of euphoria spreading throughout her system.

The room is quieter during this period than previous times that evening, no loud outbursts of pleasure resonating off the walls. The only sounds that can be heard are Sarah's soft whimpers and the wet, smacking resonances of the Summoner's mouth feasting upon her swollen folds.

"Mmm…oagh…"

Schlurp, schlock, schlorp

Taking a step further, the Summoner suddenly slid his mouth across the front of Sarah's moistness to position it in a way that allowed his tongue the deepest infiltration possible. He groaned as another wave of her juices silently dribbled out into his face, the Summoner's tight grasp on her buttocks unrelenting in its grip.

Finally, Sarah's breath began to once again escape her in a forceful manner, as if some invisible force was pulling the oxygen from her lungs. With that, she could not resist allowing her body to waver in an almost violent manner as her inner walls flexed and pulsated, expunging yet another climax.

The pleasure is so hot and sudden that her body reacts in a strange way, as if the orgasm was something that was completely unexpected. Sarah's fingers dug deeper into the mattress, her mouth opening wide to clamp down on the ruffled white linen sheets. Muffled moans are imbued into the fabric as she rode out her climax, the pleasure increased by the Summoner's tongue constantly worming and wriggling inside of her. After several moments, Sarah suddenly yelps, a burning-hot concentrated burst of vaginal fluids spurting out from her womanhood into the Summoner's awaiting lips.

The Summoner continued to suck and caress her moist core eagerly, the torrent of her essence spilling into his mouth, covering his entire face in a sticky sheen before traveling in small rivulets down his neck. All the Summoner can feel now is intimate warmth, the taste of Sarah's essence clouding his senses. Her climax continued to gush out of her folds for at least a minute before her body began to settle, the geyser of juices beginning to slow.

But the Summoner still was not satisfied. With a sudden movement he removed his right hand from Sarah's round ass-cheek to start digging his fingers into her puffed clitoris.

"A-AUGH!" Sarah yelled, throwing her head back in pure euphoria.

He began to dig and prod in this sensitive area, his tongue continuing to wriggle around inside of her still-pulsating folds. A mere few seconds after this aggressive tactic commenced, the Summoner's face is suddenly blanketed with another wave of Sarah's vaginal fluids.

Her body begins to shudder once more at this consecutive orgasm, her eyes completely lost, pupils trying to roll themselves into their sockets. The Summoner eagerly laps up all of her produce, his chin utterly dripping with her essence. Sarah continues to ride out this climax, her body shuddering with another drove of white-hot pleasure.

Finally she felt the Summoner's face withdraw from her sensitive regions, allowing the rest of her climax to occur without further stimulation. She suddenly realized the folds of the bed's sheets tightly gripped within her hands, a small peak of fabric formed beneath her tight fingers. Her body finally relaxed, the orgasm she had endured passing away.

Nothing now can be heard except the heavy breathing of Sarah and the Summoner.

The Summoner gazes upon the mess of a woman before her, his hands wiping away the sticky essence clinging onto his face. The waterfall of stringy, translucent fluids continued to cascade from her exposed pink folds, her knees still continuing to support her rear end for the Summoner's touch.

He suddenly let out a groan, indicating the height of his arousal. The Summoner's cock throbbed, begging for stimulation, the vein so erect that it almost hurt.

It is during this time that the he finally gave in.

With a shaky voice, he politely inquired,

"S-Sarah…are you still capable of continuing?"

Silence ensues with no answer. Just the sound of her panting meets his ears.

Little does he know that by now the woman before him was aroused beyond description, her body aching for his anticipated entrance. Her arousal is so potent that no words could even be formulated, just the thought of her core being struck by the Summoner's girth sending a shiver down her spine.

"Sarah?"

The Summoner was growing impatient. Up until now, he had restrained himself from unleashing his inner lust, lest he hurt his partner. But as the seconds to his inquiry mounted, he began to feel these restraints begin to break with an increasing speed.

Suddenly Sarah turns her head round on the bed, lifting an arm upwards to allow her eyes to meet the Summoner's between the gateway of her spread legs. She gritted her teeth, her earrings shiny with sweat as her eyes burned ferociously with desire. Her body lifted and lowered slightly as her deep breaths pushed her off the mattress with every inhale.

The Summoner knew that this was her answer.

Her eyes said it all.

She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Letting out a ragged breath, the Summoner shifted from his relaxed position to kneel directly behind Sarah's soaked womanhood. His knees dug into the bed as his hands eagerly took hold of the sides of Sarah's posterior. His eyes hungrily drank in the sight of the woman before him; the creamy white unblemished skin of her back illuminated by beads of sweat sparkled in the orange light of the hotel room, her red mess of hair cascading over a portion of her back, her amber eyes glittering alongside the earrings hanging from her ears acting as a visual aphrodisiac, driving the Summoner over the edge.

Keeping his eyes locked with Sarah's, her head still twisted to face his, the Summoner uses his right hand to steady his cock before pushing its head slowly against her burning-hot core. A shivering breath escaped his lips at the contact of his head pressing against Sarah's entrance, the pleasure already enough to double his heart rate.

He lets a few moments pass, his grip tightening on her ass before finally advancing onwards. Slowly he pushed the head of his manhood inside of Sarah's vaginal lips, the action executed with a small squelch. Both parties gasp slightly, Sarah's head forced to turn away from her partner's face to burrow itself into the bed once more.

Continuing to advance slowly, the Summoner pushed onward with fixed precision, his length entering Sarah's body inch by pleasurable inch. As he buried himself within her in this manner, both he and Sarah share jagged breaths of euphoria as Sarah's aching walls welcome the Summoner's manhood with a hot, wet embrace. The Summoner's teeth grinded themselves to sand as her incredibly soft vaginal flesh gripped and tugged at his member with a siphoning action.

Finally, the Summoner pushes the remainder of his cock inside of her, doing so with a deft thrust of his hips. The Summoner pants heavily, the sensation of Sarah's folds pressing all around him nearly making him climax during the moment of solace. Still, he needed more stimulation, the mental image of his semen gushing out of Sarah's swollen entry sending a throb of arousal through his cock.

Then he withdrew, the trip out of her vaginal canal as pleasurable as the journey within. After withdrawing until only two inches of his length remained within her womanhood, the Summoner plunged himself back inside, eliciting a loud groan from both of them. He withdrew once more before burying himself within her flesh at a faster rate. Soon the Summoner began to reiterate this cycle, the initiation of the rhythmic repetition almost intuitive.

This repeated process racked Sarah's body with raw euphoria, her frame quivering with every thrust. Fortunately for both parties, Sarah's overly-lubricated folds allowed for the Summoner's entry and exit to be quick and almost painless, his length hilting itself all the way from its tip to its base. Growing accustomed to the rhythm, the Summoner began to increase his pace, yearning for more.

Sarah's breaths began to quicken alongside the quickening of the Summoner's entrance and withdrawal. But even though her lubrication aided with the near-painless entry, Sarah could still feel small sparks of pain flicker through her senses before being buried by an entire mountain of carnal pleasure.

Her hands gripped tightly onto the bed sheets, her fingers curling themselves around the linen like the hands of a horseman gripping onto the reigns of his horses. A loud groan escaped her lips as the pleasure continued to escalate alongside the speed of the Summoner's thrusting, his hips gyrating towards hers in swift, concentrated strokes. The earrings hanging from her earlobes tinkled silently, flinging beads of sweat that had been clinging onto the glittering jewelry.

The silence that had permeated the opulent hotel room is shattered as the actions on the bed continue. If the corpse of the ORDER agent still possessed the sense of hearing, his ears would have been met with the creaking springs of the bed beside him, alongside the clashing sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, loud breaths and elongated moans sprinkled inside this dissonance.

By now the Summoner's hips are moving by themselves, Sarah's core sucking him in eagerly, disabling him from escaping her tight grasp. His hands continued gripping onto her soft flesh tightly, steadying her light body from being repositioned by his strong, rough movements.

"Faster…ugh…..faster…," Sarah hissed, her womanhood aching for quicker stimulation.

Complying, the Summoner slowed his thrusting to reposition himself, his hands moving up Sarah's curves to take a firm grasp of her waist. Before any comment could be uttered from her, the Summoner increases his pace considerably, his cock entering and exiting Sarah's womanhood at an intense speed. But in this newfound position, the Summoner not only entered Sarah at a faster rate, but from the angle, he penetrated her satin curtains to plunge even deeper.

Sarah's mouth is unable to utter anything, the only sound escaping her throat being loud, jagged yelps. Within a few strong, concentrated strokes, her body quivers and convulses, her breath once again rudely snatched from her lungs as another drove of her juices spill out of her womanhood all over the Summoner's pubic regions.

During this climax her inner walls clamped down tightly, almost halting the Summoner's large girth from any movement. This tight, hot sensation of juices gushing out of Sarah's core all over his crotch is almost enough to push the Summoner to his own orgasm. But instead he continued, pushing onward with hard strikes against her glistening backside.

Feeling the Summoner's cock grinding and prodding her inside flesh, Sarah tried her best not to scream as she continued to ride out her climax to its fullest extent. Her inner legs are a sticky mess, the Summoner's skilled tactics inducing more orgasms in one night than she could ever have achieved with another man. Contributing to the action, Sarah rocked her body forward and backward, meeting the Summoner's loins with loud, fleshy slaps.

Suddenly Sarah felt her partner's warm hands traverse northward from her waist, his thrusts still unrelenting. Unable to predict his next move, she yelped out in surprise at the sensation of his fingers clamping around her nipples, his hands utterly squished between her bosom and the bed below. Even with this minimal leeway, the Summoner's hands are still capable of pinching the hard teats at the end of her ample breasts, bringing about searing euphoria to cloud her system. His fingers are slick and slippery, a result of the leftover semen still clinging to Sarah's breasts.

"A-Aaaaguh…"

Squieclh…

Another climax rocks Sarah's body, further adding to the collection of her juices below her nether regions. The edges of her vision begin to blur, black beginning to seep in as a forewarning. Her back arched, her spine quaking once more. By now Sarah cannot believe the avalanche of pleasure burying her senses, the Summoner's body continuing to stimulate hers in ways that Sarah had never experienced before.

Feeling her inner walls clamp once more around his length, the Summoner bit down on his tongue as he tried his best to resist his climax from occurring. Pressure had begun to build up at the base of his length, threatening to burst through his vein to gush out into Sarah's womb. Concentrating with all his might, the Summoner continued to hilt his cock without climaxing, the pleasure induced by this self-torture almost unbearable.

His ears are suddenly met with a desperate whisper, Sarah's voice raspy and jagged.

"Su-Summoner…please…cum inside- augh…..end it…"

Just as her request was uttered, Sarah let out a piercing screech of mirth, her arms ripping the sheets connected to the mattress. Shoving her head into the bed, her hands desperately grabbed for more of the white fabric, her nails tearing even more holes in the process. Sarah's eyes rolled themselves into her head, her vision turning black. For the last time that night, her inner walls concaved, utterly smothering, choking the Summoner's buried shaft.

This proved too much for him.

He felt the pressure at the base of his length begin to travel through his appendage, the vein pulsating with anticipation. At the last second he pulled out of Sarah's womanhood before plunging himself inside of her tight crevice completely. The Summoner's vision swirled, blurring into a mishmash of colors that the room consisted of as his climax finally arrived.

Ceasing the pinching ministrations induced on her nipples, the Summoner took firm hold of Sarah's breasts as he slid his cock in small movements within her burning folds to allow his hot seed to shoot into her in thick concentrated strings. His throat bellowed unbridled outbursts of pure pleasure as his semen burst forth from his pulsating cock, shooting out of its head.

His essence swirled and splashed within her body, completely filling her womb with its fiery presence. With no more space to fill, the semen began to spurt out of Sarah's womanhood alongside her own juices, the white seed bubbling and gushing out of her fleshy folds in a thick torrent.

The sensation of his hot cum singeing her sensitive inner walls brought about yet another climax to be expunged from Sarah's system, further adding to the sticky mess accumulating between her ass and the Summoner's nether regions. Screams escaped her throat, mingling with the Summoner's loud yells as he continued to empty the seemingly endless amount of his seed inside of her.

Thick, white goop cascaded from Sarah's entry, oozing all over her partner's dangling testicles before pooling into a thick concoction below her spread legs. Loud spurting sounds continue to emanate from her entry as more products of their lust bubbled out into the now-humid air of the hotel room.

Finally the Summoner's climax ceases, his cock beginning to become limp. Carefully withdrawing from Sarah's soaked curtains, the Summoner pants, remnants of his climax still lingering in his sensory system. His exit from her entry releases a torrent of confined semen and vaginal juices to cascade from her entry to dribble down her thighs and straight onto the bed. Settling behind Sarah's posterior in a resting position, the Summoner's eyes beheld his work; Sarah's pink folds are visibly pulsating, huge, thick strings of his semen continuing to drip from her opening, legs completely covered with her orgasmic fluids.

The Summoner is amazed that even in this exhausted state; Sarah's posterior is still raised up from the bed with the support of her knees, spilling all of the fluids within her vagina onto the bed below her.

Several minutes pass in this manner, both parties barely conscious as their breaths escaped their mouths in elongated hisses. Finally the Summoner crawls over to Sarah's body, grabbing her by the waist. Carefully he repositioned her to lie on her side, her eyes, barely open, looking at the Summoner with a tired gaze.

Using all the energy he had left, the Summoner takes hold of the sheets that had been put on reserve at the foot of the bed, and pulled it over the couple to trap their body heat, their sweaty skin touching each other intimately between the sheets.

Then, once positioned comfortably, the Summoner gazed into Sarah's eyes before they shared an ardent kiss. After their lips separated slowly, consciousness slips from the two after Sarah uttered a confession in a soft whisper.

"Su-Summoner…I…love you."

Unfortunately for her, the Summoner had already went to sleep a mere second before her confession could reach his ears.

Morning. Light from the newly-risen sun glints off the rooftops of opulent Demacian mansions to drift through the windows of the Summoner's room in a harsh glare.

It is this light that slowly eased Sarah Fortune's eyes to flicker open, her eyelids squinting to allow her pupils to adjust.

Her hand touched upon her forward, a small, dull pain ringing out within her skull as a result of vigorous physical activity during the night before. The cogs within her mind slowly went to work as she tried to recall the events of the late night hours. But it didn't take long before she took a peek below her blanket and felt the burning soreness of the area between her thighs to remember everything that had taken place.

Lying on her back to stare at the ceiling, images of the night before relayed through her brain. Small hints of blush accented her cheeks as she recalled the tryst with her short-term lover.

She suddenly felt the presence of her earrings hanging from her earlobes. A grin crossed her face when she remembered the Summoner's request to keep the jewelry on.

Then Sarah noticed something else; where was the Summoner?

Struggling to position herself in a sitting posture without disturbing the aching areas below her waist, Sarah's head swiveled round the room to search for any sign of the infamous agent 007. A flash of the dead ORDER agent lying on the ground slips through her brain, prompting her to frantically flip the pillows on the bed to find the Summoner's Walther PPK.

Nothing.

After several minutes, her eyes couldn't find that proved of his presence last night except his scent lingering on her body. All of his belongings within the hotel room had also vanished, the only things not belonging to the hotel was her clothing, neatly folded and placed atop the nightstand.

A small smile crossed her lips at the thought of the Summoner doing this.

Ever the gentleman.

Suddenly her mind is bombarded with the problems that she had forgotten during her time with the Summoner. Her monetary issues, the blown mission with ORDER, and…

As quickly as these thoughts had entered her train of thought, they fled as soon as the mental image of the Summoner's grin crossed her mind. Deciding that she needed a distraction from these thoughts, Sarah's hand reached over to the nightstand for her handgun, which the Summoner had placed atop the wooden surface before the activities of the night before occurred.

But after her fingers groped around for several seconds, Sarah's hands are not met with the familiar grip of her bronze-hued firearm, but are instead met with what seemed to be a small stack of something molded from plastic. Turning her head, Sarah's eyes widened at the sight of a stack of five gaming plaques, the casino's exchangeable currency.

Quickly crawling over to the nightstand, she disassembled the stack of glossy navy blue plastic, counting each plastic block one after another. Her eyes continued to remain agape in disbelief as her eyes beheld five plaques with the embedded golden numerals 100,000. These five plaques were equivalent to 500,000 Valoran mint gold coins, nearly double the bounty ORDER had promised to her had she decided to kill Agent 007.

Resting her back against the head of the bed, Sarah stared at particularly nothing, still in a state of slight disbelief. After a few minutes, her countenance is crossed with a large grin as she realized the replacement of her gun with the large sum of money. She shook her head at the thought of the Summoner laying the blocks atop the nightstand in the dead of night, hiding away her gun within his suit pocket.

"Heh. Paid in full."

The End of When Looks Can Kill

Agent 007 will return in Point Blanc.

Phew. Well, here we are. I apologize for the extremely late update. A certain nine-tailed fox has been keeping me busy lately.

So there you have it. Probably my most longed-for lemon ever. I hope it didn't disappoint. Now as you have read in the end, our Summoner, Agent 007, will return in yet another Bond-inspired fic. I'm not going to drop any plot points or champions from this upcoming story, but I will give you a hint: the plot revolves around an event mentioned in When Looks Can Kill.

Now then, thank you once again for reading this fic. It has been extremely fun to write about secret espionage, especially in the magic-filled world of Runeterra. Be sure to fave and review! I'd love to hear your opinion on this upcoming 007 series. Do you want me to write more fics about my Bond OC? Do you want more shippings from me? Just tell me in the reviews.

Speaking of Bond, go watch Skyfall. Right now. It's been the best movie I've watched so far this year (Although Wreck-It Ralph, Avengers and the Dark Knight Rises are really, really, really, really close) and I highly recommend it. I also give it my smutty stamp of approval, which must mean something to you guys out there. :3

Thank you again for reading and putting up with me. It has been quite the pleasure.

Excelsior!