Thread: Capturing A Phantom (Athene & AlluringEnigma)

Elena's habit of replying to every offhand comment and observation made was a grating one, to say the least. There was something less theatrical and perfected about a monologue that was constantly interrupted by the insignificant squabbling of a peanut gallery. At one point, Zara's hand twitched for the gun, instinctively driven to quiet the girl who dared to interrupt her. However, she knew that Elena was raw, and had known that going in. She'd have to put up with a bit of lip for the time being if she were to see her plan fully succeed. For the time being, however, beating the insolence out of the Interpol agent would drive her too far away to be tamed. No, now was the time for Zara to show Elena the future she could have a future of loving touches and unique sexual experiences at the feet of Zara. So, instead of simply having Elena amuse her further, Zara stood up. It was time to stoke the sexual flames that had begun to simmer in her prey. You talk a lot love. I wonder if that's a defense mechanism she mused, as she swayed towards the girl, the fringes of her red dress just dusting the ground, stopping only a foot . Tell me, are you enjoying yourself? Zara allowed the question to linger for a second or two, before stifling the inevitable response from the talkative agent with a passionate kiss. As they were locked in the throes of the kiss, Elena either too scared or too aroused to break the gesture, she began to run her hands along the nubile form of the intrepid agent. She started slowly at first, her touch tentative and only along Elena's back. She didn't want to make the girl jerk away, she knew that Elena would have to be eased into this new world, even if Zara would have preferred to enact much darker practices on her prey. As Zara continued to hold Elena's lips hostage, she allowed her hands to now roam to more intimate locations. The way their bodies were stuck together stopped La Fleur from getting a good feel of the wondrous rack that Elena possessed, but she was able to have her hands wander downwards, her long lingers at first running soothingly over Elena's toned backside, before digging and squeezing a sizable chunk of each cheek. In between the exchanges of blows from her tongues, she remarked Mmmmm, very nice her tone now sultry and much more akin to a lover than a master criminal. Without warning, her hands left their perch, though they remained wrapped around Elena's waist, and Zara broke the passionate embrace of lips. You're learning fast she mused I wonder if you're enjoying your studies she mused quietly, more to herself than anything. Without hesitation, and not allowing Elena to react in any meaningful way, she spun the girl around, so that Elena was noq facing the same direction as Zara, her back pressed against the criminal's chest. Zara had been waiting for this all night, and her hands didn't waver in their mission as they slid upwards, grabbing each of Elena's pert breasts and squeezing them, gently but with a firmness that reminded the Interpol girl who was in charge. I wonder how many men have wanted to have their hands on these. I wonder how many would be jealous that I get them to myself she mused out loud, hoping to degrade Elena a little further. One of her hands then wandered back downwards, past her waist, and over the fabric of her black panties, feeling around for signs of arousal. A satisfied smirk now graced Zara's face as she reveled in her minor victory, fully planning in humiliating Elena for her arousal. Tell me love, what's that wet spot? Did you spill some water while I wasn't looking? Or do you enjoy debasing yourself in front of your bitter enemy? You don't even care about learning any sort of information right now, do you? You just desperately want me to show you a good time. Zara's voice dropped to a sultry whisper Admit it Elena, you're desperately turned on by the thought of me having my way with you. Admit it and I'll give you exactly what you want love she purred, wondering if Elena was ready to concede some of her moral high ground, even if it was just a little.