Riddle with no Answer

      An open notebook remained lying on the table.       When V put down his cane and pulled off his pants, sandals and leather coat, Nico looked at him and rubbed her sweaty palms. Her legs trembled treacherously as soon as she had made a couple of steps.       Locked in her embrace, V noticed how the blush had appeared on her face. The scattering of freckles almost disappeared on her dark skin — and V kissed Nico first. His gestures were full of determination, a long moan lost in a deep kiss.       Nico pulled away and clutched the rivets of her vest, but her fingers did not obey: V’s lips covered her neck with kisses, from the collarbone to the chin. Then they grabbed her sensitive earlobe and exhaled hotly into the reddened ear, whispering, “Forgive my lack of restraint.” Nico’s back arched when his fingers traced a line along her protruding shoulder blades and lower. Nico pressed her breast into the summoner and exhaled because of his bold touches on her buttocks.       “Ha-ah…” The girl blurted out. She grabbed his pale fingers clutching the waistband of her shorts. “Hold your horses!”       “I can not wait. I…”       V stuttered as the gunmaster gently pushed his hands away. Sitting down on the couch, Nico unbuttoned her vest and pulled it off. Boots, socks, and a belt pouch with tools became the next to be lying on the floor.       “Now there is no need to hold back,” she grinned. “Just be gentle.”       The last words escaped her lips involuntarily. Nico silently cursed herself for babbling because of the overwhelming excitement. The demon summoner, standing opposite the girl, began to intently examine her body curves. Nico’s cheeks flushed. The lower abdomen tightened as if with a spring from thoughts: how so much passion could accumulate in his fragile body; how she shifted her gaze from the "tattoos" to a head of his hard cock, barely reaching the navel; how her breath was cut off when the guy leaned over her.       Snatching a short kiss, V stroked the tattooed shoulders, grabbed the top's thin straps with his fingers, and pulled it down to the waist. Lips kissed her salty sweaty skin, grabbed the nipple, and immediately blew coolness, while the fingers of his right hand caressed her breast deprived of attention. Going lower, V saw a tattoo with two intertwined roses – blue and red – and, shifting his gaze, recognized the lines. It wasn't the first time he kissed them, but now his voice whispered to them, "She who binds to herself a joy / Does the winged life destroy / She who kisses the joy as it flies / Lives in eternity’s sunrise."*       And he kissed the lines again, noticing how much love Nico put for her work into ordinary tattoos: screws, birds surrounded by shell casings, pistols, and bullets. So close to Nico’s desired body, he impatiently began to pull off the rest of her clothes. Their fingers intertwined, and the things flew to the floor. Totally naked, Nico allowed the summoner to spread her legs and get even closer, examining her tattoos.       V admired one of them, which was below the navel — two crossed revolvers with muzzles pointing down. His tongue teasingly ran up the barrel of one of the guns, and the abrupt kisses took their breath away...       Her trembling fingers slid into his damp black hair and brushed the bangs out of his eyes. V looked up in surprise. Nico narrowed her eyes in response and, trying to add persistence to her voice, only whispered. “Come on faster… I’m not an art gallery for you.”       “The nakedness of woman is the work of God.” ** V said softly. “I wish to look at you forever. But since you ask…”       A quiet hiss cut off the moan when V kissed below her pubis. Nico noisily sucked in air and squeezed her eyelids tightly. Her hips swayed in rhythm with the damn slow movements, as if they could stop here and now. V’s tongue slid up, a wave of pleasure built up and retreated; the cold fingers stroked her damp skin. This wave spread through her body like liquid fire, settling in the lungs. Her scent was absorbed into the air and intensified when his plump lips embraced her wet clit.       Nico moaned peculiarly loudly and pressed herself into the couch. Her fingers dug into the upholstery, then into his dark hair, unable to stop V. He dug in with greedy kisses, and his tongue touched the clit.       “V, stop! I don’t want… like this…”       “Just tell me how you want it,” and after the sweet whisper, V left a kiss on Nico’s thigh and pressed his cheek on it.       “Stand up…”       As soon as the brunette drew himself to his full height, Nico turned to the couch’s back and slid her hand between the folds. There was something clenched in her palm, but V didn't ask: the girl smiled mysteriously and, taking off her glasses, put them on the windowsill. Her palm slid from the base to the open tip; her lips parted and wrapped around his penis in a tight ring. Nico noticed his noisy breathing and half-open lips, and she felt good: she was exciting him and giving him pleasure. Her knees trembled and closed when she imagined how the couch would creak under them. Or would they shake the table after sweeping the blueprints off it? It didn't matter when they stayed alone.       A hoarse groan filled the silence, and V looked at the girl who had pulled away, uncomprehending. His hand remained hanging over her head. His eyes, covered in a haze, noticed a multicolored square package flash in Nico’s hands.       “I took the ‘rubber’ as a reserve and as a precaution. It should fit…”       The clenched corner of the package flew to the floor. Her fingers picked up a folded condom. Feeling V’s constant gaze on her skin, Nico swallowed but straightened the translucent latex along his dick’s length.       “Almost got it right,” she whispered, flushed with heat and touching the dick’s base. “Not quite enough. Now take me…”       Nico lay down on the couch, clasping hands above her head. The body stretched out like a string from his gentle touches: to the chest, to the sunken stomach, and again teasingly upwards. Having enjoyed the view, V carefully climbed up on her and hung over the girl. Their hips touched, creating a contrast of dark and pale skin.       “Nico…” The soothing whisper made her shudder no less than the closeness of their bodies. His hand slid below her stomach, and Nico exhaled noisily. “Tell me when you’ll be prepared.”       “I think I’ve already…” Nico only managed to say and bit her lip, not letting a groan escape. One more movement of his finger, and she grabbed V’s shoulders. Between her thighs it became indecently wet.       “So hot. I like it.”       One look at his smirk was enough.       “Do you need to talk about this?” There was a feigned offense in her voice.       “Am I embarrassing you?” V smirked when her dark eyes looked at him reproachfully. Her restraint didn’t last long: Nico arched her back, gasping for air. A moan mixed with a slurping sound while two fingers slid deeper. “Then I’ll continue talking, whispering, teasing…”       Without saying a word, the gunmaster only pulled V in for a kiss and clasped her arms around his neck. A pleasant bitterness from her own scent remained on her lips, falling deep in a kiss. Nico moaned, almost sobbing with impatience, and pressed herself into V’s pale body.       “Please… I want you…”       This one wish gave her a soft smile and a kiss on the neck. Having embraced the girl, V moved his hand behind her back and glanced down. His wet fingers squeezed cock, slowly guiding it into her heated womb. Melting with tenderness, Nico succumbed to the first push and looked at her lover, enchanted. The closeness between them spinned her head, and the body responded to any touch, from soft to unrestrained, when V’s hand grabbed her leg bent at the knee and raised it to his fragile ‘tattooed’ shoulder...       V burst in with deep thrusts, tormented her lips, and caught her hot breath with his skin. The slaps’ ringing echoed with their interrupted moans. The blood rushed to Nico's cheeks, and she could not brush away his smug grin. In response, she scratched her lover's skin, wanting to leave deep traces-reminders, exhaled a short ‘V’ between kisses, and crossed her legs behind his back when she managed to break free from his grip. V wasn't rough with her, but at any moment he could throw her legs over his shoulders, let them down again, and, turning her sideways, enter her to the full length.       The next moment Nico pressed her chest to the armrest of a creaking couch, with her legs spread wide and seductively laid half-turned. The thrusts became more teasing when the summoner pulled away and pressed again. At such moments, her body trembled more intensely, and the bitten lips whispered a tempting ‘deeper’ and ‘cum inside me’.       When V kissed her neck, Nico pressed herself into the slippery upholstery and shuddered from a strong thrust. Her body softened, no longer feeling V’s weight. She only had enough strength to turn her head and meet his gaze from under half-closed eyelids. From deep intermittent breathing, V’s chest and shoulders rose and fell, and the ornate pattern seemed to move in rhythm. Looking down, the girl noticed how his fingers pulled the condom off and immediately grabbed it. The used latex was quickly tied up and thrown away.       “It was!.. Sorry, it’s somehow impolite to swear in front of you, so I won’t say it.”       “I think words are unnecessary for such a moment.”       “Why not? I could talk with you after sex… You know, I realized something about Nightmare. He is a lucky guy,” she said contentedly, holding back a giggle. “Yeah, you shaved even there, but I still took a closer look.”       “I hope you were interested in more than just the hair color.”       “Oh, you’re in a good mood! I’m not very interested in people in general. Weapons and demons are just right! But… I realized that there are exceptions. Maybe I would be interested in you even without the ‘beasts.’ You like books; I like digging into them. Especially those books, remaining after the Order’s fall...”       V might have caught the thoughtful look of her brown eyes and noticed how Nico became serious, frowning. A strange moment to remember the labors of her father, who abandoned her. After a hot night, her head was still not empty, although next to V there was a sense of peace. Her fingers mindlessly traced the ink patterns on V’s chest.       "That's what brought you to Fortuna. And you met Nero," the deep voice of the lover broke the awkward silence.       “Yeah, I found out about him from a journalist. But you immediately rushed to him with the case. How did you… understand what happened?”       “I only know he is connected to the legacy of Sparda. It flows in his blood. I can feel it too, so I understood: Urizen took what would give him boundless power.”       The girl perked up and pressed closer.       “Anyway… How do you know the name of a demon that is not written in the ancient books? Who are you? You couldn’t be named with just a letter from the alphabet.”       “I can’t tell you yet,” V answered shortly.       “Just don’t tell me I’ll have to marry you to find out your main secret!” Nico laughed loudly.       V’s lips twitched in an awkward smile.       “No, you won’t have to. When we get to Urizen and I finish with him, you’ll find out everything,” he said in a trembling voice and gently squeezed her palm. “I give you my word. This is my promise.”       "Then I'll just have to accept it," the girl responded with no less excitement, giving an embarrassed smile. "No matter how frightening your secret is, right? We'll handle it. We'll be at Redgrave by dawn and..."       Nico didn’t have time to finish: V grabbed her shoulders and left a weightless kiss on her cheek before falling asleep. In his sleep, the embrace was especially strong…