After leaving the butcher shop, they passed by a gun store, where Tonatiuh bought a sawed-off shotgun, and then they returned to their hideout. They climbed Sword Hill, a park with abundant vegetation in a humble area of the city, one of the few places where nature could thrive.
Tonatiuh played with the gun as he heated the cuts on the portable grill outside the armored vehicle parked about half a meter from the edge of a dam at the foot of the hill and in the center of the park. María read the documents about the mission, occasionally glancing at her lover's dangerously childish activity.
"Hey..." she called out to him, "you better stop that... you're going to cause an accident."
"It's not loaded. Don't worry, dear," Tonatiuh opened the barrel to show it was empty, "I'll practice later... I haven't used firearms much in my life... it doesn't feel much different from using a bow."
An armored van with the symbol of the sacred sword arrived, following the coordinates provided by María. Two guards got out, greeting them warmly, and took out three long coolers from the back of the vehicle, placing them in front of the sorceress.
"That's all you requested, miss. Please sign here... please," the officer handed her some documentation that María signed quickly, and she checked the other papers that came with the coolers.
"Tonatiuh... could you check them, please?" the cold request came as an order obeyed without question. He opened the three coolers, revealing stacks of meat wrapped in white paper.
"It goes without saying if they're authentic," Tonatiuh remarked, looking at the officers.
"They are..." the officer affirmed with a voice distorted by the helmet, "the service they're registered with guarantees it... and your thing will confirm it."
"It's not a thing, and it has a name," María warned in a frozen rage, right in front of the terrified guard, and instinctively backed away.
"I-understand..." he raised his hands in a sign of peace.
"You can check their data on the papers," the other guard seemed more confident, which made him careless, "You're lucky... surprisingly, we were running out...," a nudge from his companion made him shut up
"Pardon?" María questioned seriously.
"Nothing! We have to go... have a good night," and just as they arrived, the officers left.
They devoured the steaks in total comfort, as far away from the rows as possible. As was customary, María read through the contract documents paragraph by paragraph, while Tonatiuh, in his leisure and trust, walked around shirtless sharpening his ax.
As the hours passed, the night veil devoured the twilight, but not the thoughts of the contract, and a crushing sorrow weighed heavily on her. From time to time, she shifted her gaze between the contract documents and Tonatiuh, who, as usual during his leisure time, walked around shirtless sharpening his ax.
“You're doing it on purpose... “Sitting on the folding chair, she instinctively crossed her legs, her belly sparking with desire.
“Done! “Tonatiuh put the axe away in the sheath. He stood up, heading towards the stairs of the shelter, catching María's attention. A wide grin spread across his face as he noticed her, and he pointed with his thumb.” Shall we? Let's kill some stress.
“You definitely are. “Gathering their belongings, she propelled herself floatingly and took his hand for them to enter together, closing the door behind them. She was always ready.
Their garments were thrown and scattered on the floor, scattered in an eager trail to surrender to the sea of cortisol.
Naked Maria sat on Tonatiuh's face lying on the couch, as she pressed her thighs between his ears and grabbed him by the hair. She gasped flushed as the tongue parted the lips of her sex, and drank from her.
Spasms of electric current climbed the spine, her hips moved on their own to the rhythm of the tongue that entered to lick her contracting walls. Not to be left behind, she raised herself up for a brief moment, and could perceive how her partner continued that kiss to the air, and when he noticed it, he stopped embarrassed.
A singsong smile came on Mary's face and she turned around to turn her back without moving to her place, descending on the erect member, taking it between her hands and beginning to practice a mutual fellatio.
They unleashed their passions on the dining room couch, he took her in every way a man could make a woman his, and she did the same taking the domino soon after marking the brown skin in bites leaving no place she had not tasted.
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With her on top in a feverish sway of hips as she slapped her breasts against her partner's face, showering her with kisses on the pale skin and doling out bites below the collarbone. He embraced her by grasping her wide buttocks as he moved in and out of her, neither spoke, only gasps slowed by kisses as if seeking to steal the other's breath.
Using her psychic powers, the sorceress provoked a current of pleasure that ran through both of their bodies, and amplified it as she had never felt it before. She knew the mind of her partner's places, she could go into the paths allowed for her and used them to make her look like a goddess of love in front of him, that only her power could bring him to that state of ecstasy, not enough for an early climax; she manipulated him so that he could satisfy her.
They switched now with him lying on the floor, and her on top with her purple hair spilling into the face of the brunette who was massaging her breasts with both hands. Always dominant, the difference in strength was evident, so Mary sought to have him under her yoke. She did not classify as an ordinary human, something that did not reach the superhuman strength of the once guardian.
Surrendered in the passion they killed the cortisol, for the moment vanishing the thoughts of what was to come. The custom of the carnal act manifested itself in every contract in awareness of a possible disastrous end to a failure of skill.
When they finished neither wanted to go to the sleeping capsules, they lay on the couch naked on top of each other under the sheets, hugging each other, unable to let go. The high dawn had fallen, so they were able to rest for a few hours and the alarm of the cube brought them out of the dream world a few hours before dawn.
"I'll prepare coffee..." Maria got up first, floating still naked with her disheveled purple hair and sleepy eyes, covered in sleep dust.
"I'll start with the stew... I'll let you know when to bring Valkyrie," she said, sitting on the dresser, stretching and exuding a sense of energy superiority. "I think there's juice in the minibar."
"No sweets during fasting," Maria warned as she put on her underwear, "it's bad for your health."
"Of course..."
The brunette watched her from behind, admiring her well-toned legs and round buttocks with small dimples on her hips. If it weren't for the situation, he wouldn't hesitate to take her right there.
As Maria heated the kettle, she searched for sugar and cream in the drawers of the small kitchen. In one, she found the round pendant with the logo of a willow tree, and nostalgia washed over her. It belonged to her mother. Before she could get lost in memories, she put the object back. She couldn't wear it in Templar lands due to their intolerance of free worship, and carrying it brought some sadness, so she stopped wearing it, but couldn't bring herself to throw it away.
They both finished getting ready long before dawn. Maria took an extended amount of time counting the provisions and everything they would need for the expedition, letting Tonatiuh leave the vehicle first.
Once she was sure everything was in place, she went out with a cup of coffee and found the brunette in front of a large pot cooking a bubbling broth that emitted an intoxicating smell that made Maria's stomach rumble, and she licked her lips eagerly. Her hunger vanished when she spotted, from the corner of her eye, one of the coolers open, and half of its contents were gone.
"I forgot for a moment," she thought aloud, feeling foolish and still half asleep. If she were fully awake, she would know; Tonatiuh always tasted his food during preparation without even blinking, looking completely serious, as cold as limestone, completely different from the cheerful culinary enthusiast.
"It's almost ready; she's calling," he said.
"Sorry for making you do this..." Maria's expression darkened and faltered, "it's my issue... I should be the one preparing the broth."
"Not at all! I'll be here for you whenever you need me." Tonatiuh's spark returned, illuminating Maria, who looked at him as if she didn't deserve him. "You know... one of the allied tribes I belonged to... had those practices... I accidentally tried it at a gathering, and it was... not bad, but it's not something I really like."
"I'll make it up to you, I promise..." With that oath, Maria manifested the staff and cast the summoning spell, projecting the sapphire spell circle used as a portal by the human-shaped maid, integrating into that plane in one leap.
"My little doll, I'm at your service," Valkyrie said, bowing in her elegant aura. In the contract that bound her to Maria, she was given the telepathic signal to enter in human form, and the payment day confirmed it when she discovered the pot. "Good morning, Master Tonatiuh. I apologize and appreciate your efforts."
"It's an honor to cook for anyone who is my sister or brother in arms." He stepped aside and offered a deep plate with a spoon, accepted by Valkyrie.
"Who were they?" the tall woman asked.
"Two rapists and a bandit... the death sentence put them in the category of rejects," Maria showed her the criminal files, politely declined by Valkyrie as she raised her hand.
"I trust you, my little doll," she said, inhaling the aroma, completely pleased, showing a smile, and drool escaped her mouth. She tied a napkin around her neck and sat on a log. "As always... everything Master Tonatiuh prepares is delicious.
"It's my trademark." Tonatiuh chuckled as he leaned on the armored vehicle, and the abyssal began to eat the compensation from the contract.
As Valkyrie was about to take the first bite, she stopped and turned to look at Maria, exchanging glances in which the latter couldn't discern what her family member was thinking, only that something was bothering her.
"None of those scoundrels..." Valkyrie hesitated for a moment and finally decided, "were users of stigma?"
"One had unusual hair and skin color." Maria instinctively played with one of her braids, twirling the strand around her index finger. "Other than that, completely human... so the quantity should be small since it's mutated blood."
"It takes a huge weight off my shoulders, little doll. That will be enough to keep me from going mad." Valkyrie nodded, gaining the confidence to eat peacefully.
With no other objections, Maria took a deep breath and exhaled, surprised that even this felt uncomfortable. She harbored no guilt about feeding her family member with human flesh; she knew they were wretches, but it saddened her that Tonatiuh was forced to cook the delicious-smelling meat, standing out in that foul cocktail that permeated them throughout their visit to the city.