.Duel | By : keithcompany Category: G through L > Highlander Views: 1431 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Highlander, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Kane came down the steps three at a time. "Postcard from... Des..." he said slowly. The treadmill was running but no one was on it. He eased across the room, scanning cautiously. Too canny to touch the controls and risk another electrocution, he reached down to unplug it. The underside of the insulation had been carefully shaved. Just enough material had been taken off so that his hands contacted both power-serving wires. The removed bits had been policed and hidden. There was a pop and power surged into him. He smiled, even as the muscles in his hand held the cord in what was literally a death grip. Immortals called lightning down from the sky. House voltage held no terror for him. But he did wonder at his paralysis. Eve appeared on the weight bench. She smiled at him, then pulled on a cord. A length of string was tied around a stack of 5x7 cards. She pulled them up and untied the stack. He tried to reach out to zap her, but his muscles were no cooperating. He wasn't dying, but he had no control. And his vision started to cloud. She lifted the first card silently. The diagram on it showed what she'd done to the cord he held. When she saw comprehension in his eyes, she lifted the second card. After she'd sabotaged the power cord, she'd covered the plug with a soldering aid and shoved it into the socket. When she turned on the power, it pretty much welded the cord into the socket. What little movement he could manage would never be enough to unplug it. Then she showed the manner in which she'd adulterated the fuze box. He wasn't really good at newfangled stuff like electricity, but he thought he was getting at least 440 volts, not 120. The final card was complicated. It showed her throwing a lasso around his neck, the using a treadmill roller as a capstan to spool up the lasso. Depending on the material she used, it would either choke him or behead him. He tried to throw himself to the side, to the back, forwards. Nothing worked. He started to smell smoke. Eve dropped to the floor and pulled a coil of something out from under the treadmill. "Piano wire," she said. Ha, he thought. She's going to get shocked when the current goes from me to the wire to her grip. "I insulated it, of course," she said, then started climbing up the frame of the running machine. "Ahhh koo," he managed to say. She paused. "I'm afraid I didn't quite catch that?" she said. "Ahhhh Ahhn AN-Koo." Drool flowed over his lips, sparking in the dry air of the basement. "Did you mean to say...Aunt?" she asked. "AHN-KOOL!" "Brother?" she teased. He rolled his eyes. He suspected the cloudiness was his vitreous cooking. He tried again. "Uncle! You said Uncle!" She clapped her hands and dropped the wire. She was up to the control panel in an instant and shut the machine off. He collapsed. There was spark, a popping sound. "I've grounded you!" she shouted from somewhere around his trembling calf. The excess electrical charge drained off through... Had she stabbed him? For a while he simply enjoyed the ability to think without hearing internal static. Then between one blink and the next, he could focus again. "Tha waz treeky," he said, sounding like a stroke victim. "That was ten," she said. "Ah no," he muttered. He knew as well as she did. "Ten kills in ten days," she said. She sounded excited. He nodded. "That was what you said! Ten kills, that makes me your equal! Not your student." He tried to speak and found his mouth too dry. Where had all the drool gone? But he couldn't have interrupted anyway. "You're still VERY senior to me, of course," she said. He heard her pace across the floor. "Senior partner. Like a lawyer that's been in corporate practice for longer than the new partner who was in the Prosecutor's office. "I am not your pet, not your enemy, not your victim, not your student, not your protégé..." She jumped up onto his chest, standing on his collar bone and smiling down. "Well. I guess I could be protégé. But more importantly, I'm not your student." "Yes, Eve," he agreed. "So there's no reason not to have a physical relationship." She danced a small jig on his ribs. "I can think of one," he said. She looked confused, then waved his concern away. "You'll heal," she said. "Kinda bossy for a partner," he muttered. --------- By the time he cooked dinner, Kane was in a better mood. Although he was getting tired of questions. "So how can we do it?" Eve asked. "Or should I ask, how much of it we can do? Do you want me to figure out what you've thought up? I estimate your finger will fit...a little bit. And if it doesn't, well, I'll heal, right? "Maybe we start with kissing? I liked the kiss. The kiss was nice. We could kiss and see where that goes?" He opened his mouth to agree to anything that stopped the interrogation. But he was too late. "No, no, leaving it up to chance could mean someone gets hurt. Needlessly. We don't want to associate the act with pain. Oh, thank GOD I lose my virginity before I became Immortal. "Have you ever met Chloe? Her hymen regenerates ever time. She's a really popular prostitute, but she'd never had comfortable sex. One time, it even closed on a guy's-" "Please!" he moaned. He held his palms to his eyes and rubbed. "Oh, sure, Lincoln," she said, misunderstanding his discomfort. "Nothing about vajayjays that aren't in the room. So, after kissing, maybe a bit of squeezing? Your touch on my hips, that was nice, too. I can...maybe return the favor? "I could lick a nipple, you could suck on my entire breast. Maybe both! Then... You could try licking me further down. If it hurts, I'll tell you. "Then you put me down on your-" "Eve! You are sucking all the fun out of seduction!"he snapped. She stared, mouth open. "Oh, damn, I didn't want to be beastly. It's just... I'm not used to a clinical approach to this. Okay?" She stared for a moment longer, then grinned. "Nope. Too excited to take your whining personally. I relay enjoyed the kiss and I really, really want to see what we can do together." "Maybe we should wait until you're a little bigger," he said. He made a fist and extended his pinkie. She watched him staring at the tip. "Just a few percentage points in scale, that's all we'd need, then 'hurting' is not going to be an issue. If I'm careful about depth." He turned to look down at her. "What do you think?" "I think you adopted the clinical approach to distract me and pray for a delay," she said. "Besides, there's no way you'd purposefully let me duel an Immortal." She tilted her head to the side. "Would you? I mean, if you're that worried about how we go about it, would you really find me an Immortal to fight?" Then her eyes widened. "Have you? Have you found someone for me to fight? To take their power and maybe grow a bit? I can solo? On purpose, and not just a desperate fight when cornered?" She seemed more excited about the chance for actual combat than she was about the chance for sex. He mentally wiped his brow in relief. "There are two that travel together. They ignore the rules about single combat. I was wondering if I could take them both. "But if I don’t have to...." "You don't! You don't!" she said. She hopped to her feet and ran over to sit on his wrist. "Tell me! Who are they?" "The file's on the computer," he said. "Look up Death Twins." She scurried over the table and dropped to the floor. He relaxed. Five thousand years of life, he'd slept with social equals, slaves, wives, queens, an Empress and a Pope who had fooled everyone with her disguise. But they'd all been grownups, at least by the standards of the culture he'd been in at the time. And they'd all been human sized. He found himself strangely anxious about going to bed with Eve. What the hell COULD he do with her? How could he make her happy? He'd kissed her on the spur of the moment, making her think he'd put thought into the possibilities. He couldn't admit how blank his mind was right now. It may have been arrogance, but he'd really expected that if she'd killed him nine days in a row, he could be extra careful on the tenth and reset her counter. Kane shook his head. He'd google for sex tips with shrunken people later. He didn't hold out much hope, but these days, everything else was online. He could hope. --------- Hjalmer and Tharl were twins, or so they claimed. No one knew any different. They were similar enough to be brothers. "But that's hardly a surprise between two Danes," Kane muttered. "They showed up about the time William the Conqueror was on everyone's tweets. They track down Immortals, draw them into a fight, then suddenly you've got the other one at your back." "What's their weakness?" Eve asked. All Immortals were filed by attack, home(s), profession and weakness. They were seldom combat weaknesses. People who could be identified as having one seldom lived long enough to be worth Kane's scrutiny. It was how to bring them to battle under his conditions. "They collect art," he said. "They have warehouses of the stuff. All increasing in value as the artists die off of get more famous. Sometimes they sell the stuff at auction and buy it for outrageous amounts." "They buy their own auctioned art?" she asked. "Why?" "Say I have five paintings by, oh, Groucho Marx. Each one worth $25,000. I sell one, and drive the price up to $50,000. The fact that Marx's work went for fifty grand increases the value of the other four. "He's been established as an author that can command those kinds of prices. The next one will start at forty grand. When I drive that up to eighty, the next one starts at seventy." "Until a fraudulently inflated price can be commanded for all five," she said with a nod. "So what do we do? Burn down their warehouse?" "Barbaric," he spat. "No, we steal something and sell it." "And they'll want the money," she nodded. "No," he said. He sounded exasperated. She blushed. She usually followed him better on this sort of thing. She just wasn't into great works of art. --------- Hjalmer and Tharl returned to their hotel room with happy smiles. They had witnessed the Highlander's fight with Michael Moore. Though they didn't catch every detail through their long distance surveillance, they learned a lot about Duncan's fighting strategy. "A good day," Tharl said. He unfolded the paper, handing the sports to his partner. "And tomorrow promises to be better," Hjalmer said. He opened the paper and scanned the pages. It was so difficult trying to find football scors in the Americas. "Hjalmer," Tharl said in that dangerously soft voice. The other's nerves started to tingle. The game was afoot. "Yes?" "We own the 'March of Folly,' don't we?" "We have possession of it," he said. "Which won't be contested by the 'legal' owner or his estate. Unless the court accepts Ouija board testimony." "What would you say that it's worth?" "We're scheduled to auction it in five years and our starting price was going to be seven hundred thousand. We're hoping to get double that in the end." "Someone just sold it for five thousand dollars." "I'm sorry?" Hjalmer said after a moment. "Someone has sold our painting for a pittance," Tharl explained. "Or they sold a replica," Hjalmer said slowly. Hopefully. "Even if they have, that's going to make it more difficult for us to sell the original." "And even if we don't sell that, it'll decrease the value of the rest of Dortmunder's paintings," Hjalmer mused. "That's if we still have the rest of Dortmunder's paintings," Tharl growled. "True. If they stole one, they could have stolen... Anything, really." The two Vikings stared at each other. "We have to go home and find out what's going on." "We do." "We don't have time to kill the Highlander." "No, but we know where to find him." They looked calm, but as they rose to start making travel arrangements, the arm of Tharl's chair cracked under his grip. --------- Eve walked across the painting lying on the floor. She didn't get abstract art. It always struck her as an accident someone put a price tag on. Kane had given up trying to teach her the finer points of art appreciation. He'd displayed a large-eyed puppy on black velvet and she'd 'ooohed' at how 'keeeyute!' it was. He had refrained from barfing, but had stopped trying to educate her on the subject. Now she shook her head and just walked off the artwork. "So how much for-" "GET OFF THAT!" "I'm getting, I'm getting!" she said. She hopped the last six inches. "How much are you asking for that?" "An undiscovered Westlake? Worth half a million, easy. I'm going to price it at..." He glanced around the room, then picked up some stationary. "$55,548.57 The hotel's phone number." "They'll plop!" she laughed. "I think you mean 'plotz?'" "Eh, I only took two years of Spanish." She turned to head towards the bathroom. Behind her, he tried to find words to express his outrage. Then he realized he was very close to plotzing, so he stopped. --------- The twins returned to Paris and found their inventory largely intact. Whoever the thief was, he hadn't stolen their entire collection, nor even the entire works of any artist. Where March Of Folly had been, there was a bill of sale tacked to the rack. It listed the selling price of the March, minus the cost of shipping it to the new owner. Minus the cost of renting the truck to remove the March. Minus the money laundering fee. Minus the stolen merchanise handling fee. Minus... "According to this, Tharl, we owe the thief four hundred dollars." "But the other Dortmunders are all here." "Here, but worth substantially less." Hjalmer curled his fist around the bill and punched it into the wall. They found similar bills on one of Westlake's paintings and one of Kelp's sculptures. The sale of the Westlake was posted in the evening paper. As near as they could tell, it took place at the moment they'd stepped into their warehouse. There was another article, inviting people to the auction of a previously undiscovered Kelp on November 12th. Bids were to start at $11.12. Tharl punched the entire newspaper through the wall of their apartment. They had to pick through the plaster to find out where the pre-auction viewing and authentication would be held. --------- "EEK!" Something touched Kane's leg under the blankets. He sat up to slap at it. As he did, he felt a jerk on his wrist. He looked to find a thick cord tied around it. Other cords were tied around his knees and his other wrist. He had time to swear, a really filthy phrase about something Zeus made Venus do at a wedding party, then he heard a noise in the wall. He'd been coming to this hotel for decades and knew there were dumbwaiter shafts here and there, though they'd been boarded up and wallpapered over. The other guests that heard the handful of bowling balls knock each other as they fell just assumed the neighbors in the next room were having really active sex. He watched four lines of cord snake into a little hole, then he was yanked to the bed, spread eagle, unable to move. "You can't kill me before we sell the Kelp," he said. "I'm not going to kill you." Eve slid under the bedsheets along his body, stopping here and there to caress, kiss and... Was that licking? He wasn't sure. She came out at his armpit and slid to his chest. "I'm not going to harm you at all," she said. "But I do have to blindfold you." He stared as the naked woman stood on his chest and smiled down at him. The moonlight through the window cast her curves into delightful contrast with the shadow of the hills and valleys of her body. Not that he needed to see them to know they were there. Her every feature was etched into his mind. He wanted her, but feared what he might do to her in a moment of passion. She'd heal, but he didn't want her to flinch when he touched her. He'd wait until she was big enough for that to work, to establish their physical relationship. "It's time," she said in a husky voice...or as close as her tiny voicebox could manage, "to establish our physical relationship." He did a doubletake, while staring straight at her. It had been a long, long time since he'd suspected someone of mind reading. Usually he was the one reading tells and clues and body language. He shut his eyes and shook his head. "No," he said. "We can't go into battle distracted." "Too late," she said. "The whole point of this fight is to show you I don't need your protection, that I'm an equal, that I can make my own choices." She moved, touching her big toe lightly to his nipple. "I chooooooooose," she said. "Ah, Eve, we shouldn't-" "I want you on my side. Completely. Focused on keeping us both alive. That bit where you ran into the hunter's house and got yourself stapled to the floor? "You need to lose your arrogance and survive for me." "Yes, Eve," he said. "Now let me up, we can prepare for-" "We're as prepared as we're ever going to get," she said. She walked to his shoulder and dropped to the mattress. What was she doing? Then she tugged the pillow case down over his head. "What the hell?" "Sorry, I fear you'll be distracted by seeing me and noticing how small my breasts are." She climbed back onto his chest on hands and knees. Then she spun around and around a few times. He lost track of which were her fists, which were her knees. "You'll have to imagine what I'm doing to you...and what with." She moved. "Oh, that's easy," he said. "You're looking at my nipple. Ah! Now you're kissing it. Lightly brushing it with your lips. Taking it into your mouth. The whole thing, filling your mouth. I imagine your cheeks bulged out-" "Wrong," she said. And she said it clearly. Her mouth wasn't filled. Which meant... "Oh! You've...impaled yourself, then. You're uh. Touching. Touching me with your.. With the-" "Say it," she hissed. "Pussy. You're pushed your pussy down on me. And you're rocking... Working it in and out and .... You've shaved it." "Waxed," she said. "I didn't notice!" "Mascara," she said. "I wanted to surprise you." "Now I want to know what mascara tastes like," he muttered. "And, you... My, what a grip you have!" She squeezed and pressed. Then she surged away from it, popping it free where the room air cooled it. And she took the other one into her mouth, pinching the base with four fingers. She licked and kissed and sucked. The tongue. That was what made the sensation different. He'd have to remember the tongue. "You're fellating my nipple," he groaned. "And your toes...you're playing with my other nipple with your toes." "Mmmmhmmm," she hummed. He felt the tightness, the firmness of his nipples. Maybe this was a good stop-gap? She could crouch on his chest. Avoid his fingers, his cock. Just writhe on his chest and.... She was moving. She turned towards his legs and lowered herself. She started slithering over him. He could feel every bump and curve. Her breasts pushed down, like the bow wave of a boat. A pleasure craft, he thought with a smile. Though she'd rather be called a warship.... She reached his cock, fingers brushing through his hair. She kissed the base of his cock, tilting her head down to get the sides. She felt a few surges inside it. It firmed. Then suddenly it softened. He'd thought of something. Probably a fear of this getting out of hand, of hurting her. And she'd gone to SUCH trouble to make sure he couldn't lay a finger on her! She shook her head and moved farther along. She kissed and cuddled... Hugged and stroked.... Licked and squeezed... She got to the end and concentrated on it. It would perk up its ears, then sadly sink down. She whimpered. She pouted, though he couldn't see it. Then she sat up. She slid to the side and hopped off to the bed. "Eve?" he asked. She stomped up the bed to his pillowcase. "Listen, you can't hurt me. One, I won't allow it. That's why you're tied up. Two, I'm IMMORTAL! Unless you can FUCK MY HEAD OFF I'll be FINE! Three, if you don't fuck me I'll tell Destiny you took advantage of me in a weak moment." "Anything but that!" he said quickly. "I can imagine what she'll do to me!" She slapped his cheek through the fabric. "What the fuck was that for?" "We're in bed together," she sobbed, "And you're imagining another woman!" He laughed. She tried to keep the sobbing going, but began laughing, too. She rose up onto him and walked easily down to his cock. It was firming up nicely. She sat on his belly and gathered him into her arms. The helmet rested against her face and she planted kisses upon it. Then French kisses. She had to tilt her head a bit to keep her face against his tip. Then she had to move to a kneeling position. And still it grew. "Yowza," she breathed. A drop of clear fluid welled out. She placed her palm on it and saw it wick onto her hand. She smeared it around the tip. More drops oozed. She slicked up the end, circle after circle. A few times, she reached the very edge and squeezed the ridge. But she never touched the rest of his dick with her lubed hands. "Lower," he whispered. "You forget who's in charge," she replied. She slowed her strokes and spoke in a matching cadence. "Don't worry. You're going to come. You'll come on my face. You'll come in my mouth. You'll come on my boobs. You'll come on, and eventually IN my pussy. My thighs. My hair. "But because I invite you to. I command you to. "Because I LET you come. And some day? When I've finally had enough?" She grabbed the helmet by the brim and tugged. "I might, just might, let you rest. Let you lay back and let the last drop of come dribble out onto a poor, lonely bedsheet. "Instead of my hands." "EVE!" he cried. His back arched. She grabbed the cock at the shoulders and pumped furiously. He came. The first splotch fired into the air. She threw herself to lay on his belly and catch the bolt on her chest. Her feet held the cock and aimed it at her. She sluiced it all into the center, then scooted back along his chest. "I didn't feel my come hit," he said. "Because it's all on my tiny little titties," she said. "They're not tiny," he replied. "They're perfect." "I'm rubbing it... I'm rubbing you ALLLLLL over myself." "I need to see," he said. Begged. "Yank on your left wrist three times." He did. Something snapped in the wall and his wrist was freed. He pulled the pillowcase up first. She rubbed herself, sliding the love offering over and around her breasts. He looked at her hungrily. And yanked his other wrist rhree times. Six times. She laughed. "What, I'm going to make it THAT easy?"
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo