Birthday Present
       
Il Lupo disliked birthdays. His own was no exception.

The day was drawing to a close as the hooded man walked the dark, silent streets of Rome, eager to return to his house as soon as possible. It had been a bad day for the Prowler, to put it lightly. As much as he tried his best to avoid his fellow Templar agents, whom he despised with a burning passion, Il Lupo had the misfortune of having to deal with the most annoying of them that day.

The cheapskate Smuggler accused him of stealing an entire chest of valuable artifacts from her storehouse that morning. After almost an hour of arguing, he managed to prove to Lia de Russo that she had actually just misplaced her chest in her own office. Idiot. She didn't even bother apologizing and immediately started greedily counting her contraband. By noon, the pathetic "nobleman" Silvestro Sabbatini did his usual open mockery of those he considered "inferior" to him, all whilst showing off his "beautiful" prosthetic arm to the ladies, who did not bother showing how repulsed they were by it. That afternoon was composed of a rapier sparring session with Baltasar de Silva, Lupo's mentor and a master spy who hid under the guise of a barber. Of course, the false barber always threw his fair share of insults during every training session, but he seemed to be particularly even more annoying today. And by sunset, Lupo spotted one of the people he hated the most, the corrupt and perverted priest, Ristoro. He didn't really do anything, to be honest, but the mere sight of him was enough to piss off the Prowler.

As soon as he reached his house, the first thing that came to Il Lupo's mind was to get some sleep. Yes, sleep. Nothing like a good night's rest to help the mind forget about such a shitty day. He hastily climbed up the stairs, haphazardly kicking off his boots and leaving his cloak and gloves on the banister. It was dark; Il Lupo didn't bother lighting a candle. Why go through the trouble doing so, when he would have to blow it out again, anyway? And besides, like his animal namesake, he was used to seeing in the dark. Upon entering his room, the Prowler could see was the shadowy figure of his bed.

However, something seemed out of place. He could sense a presence; somebody else was in here. Not taking any chances, Lupo drew a dagger from his belt, and carefully approached his bed. There was a silhouette of a person lying there. As he got closer, though, the slowly materializing figure took on a more familiar form, and the Prowler set his weapon aside. A small smirk had now begun to form on his face, as the figure lying on his bed started to talk.

"Welcome home," a female voice said.

It was dark, but Il Lupo didn't need to see the woman's face to know who it was.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of having you here with me tonight... Fiora?" Il Lupo asked. At the sound of her name, the woman moved slightly, bringing her face into the light. She smirked back. The few rays of moonlight that found their way into the room reflected off Fiora Cavazza's long auburn hair, making her stunning despite the darkness of the place.

"You didn't think I'd forgotten what today is, did you?" Fiora said.

"It's Saturday," Il Lupo said sarcastically, and merely shrugged as he sat on the side of the bed and stretched his arms. The man was obviously trying to play dumb, and Fiora could see that she needed to get straight to the point if she wanted her plan to go anywhere. After all the trouble she went to just to get there, she would not be denied. The Courtesan leaned in a little closer, gently tapping Lupo on the shoulder to get his attention.

"I have a present for you."

By now, Il Lupo had turned around and was greeted by a most pleasant sight. Fully immersed in the little light available, Fiora lay on her side, completely naked and with her head resting on her hand. Even if she had not been in her current position, the way her lips curled into a lustful smile and the seductive look in her eyes gave away her intentions immediately. And even though he was tired, Il Lupo was willing to accept this "present" anyway. After all, what sane man could refuse an offer from a ravishingly beautiful woman lying naked on his bed?

Acknowledging the Courtesan's invitation, the Prowler undid his belt and carelessly tossed it on the floor. He was about to undress himself, until Fiora decided that she would do the work for him. A gentle push was all that was needed, and soon Fiora found herself lying on top of Il Lupo. He had no objections. Fiora began to unbutton his vest, playfully rubbing his chest in the process. She leaned in closer, promptly giving Lupo the first kiss of the night. Il Lupo kissed back, sticking his tongue into her mouth. Fiora mirrored the action, while her hands went back to work. The Prowler's vest had come off, and now the Courtesan was unbuttoning his white shirt. Their tongues began to wrestle for dominance soon after, with the Courtesan cocking her head back slightly so as to let the Prowler's tongue explore further inside her mouth.

As her body moved in closer to his, Lupo took this opportunity to bury his face into her jutting breasts— Fiora was momentarily caught off-guard, but nonetheless continued to remove Lupo's shirt. He began to run his tongue over her left breast, eventually locating her nipple. Il Lupo cupped it with his mouth, sucking softly at the hardened pink nib. It wasn't long before his hands were in on the action as well; groping and squeezing Fiora's other breast. They were soft and plump— a bit on the heavy side but not too much. Fiora gasped, though it was obvious she was enjoying all this. In retaliation, she ran her fingers through his hair, grasping at the strands a bit roughly so she could pull him in closer. This didn't really bother Lupo all too much, though, and he continued to suck and fondle her breasts. Still, she'd rather not let him have all the fun, and Fiora arched her back slightly, pulling away from Il Lupo, before bending over again and proceeding to run her tongue on his chest and stomach, now newly exposed.

Il Lupo was all too familiar with this action. Fiora had done this to him the first time they ever made love. And yet, it never ceases to excite and please him every time she does it. The way her warm, wet lips touched his skin; how her tongue moved in little circles around his nipples and lapped at the muscles on his abdomen... these were all so routine to him already, and yet they brought about a completely new experience each and every time. Add to that, Fiora was extremely talented at pleasuring others with her hands as well. They were caressing his torso with an inexplicable mix of lust and tenderness. The pads of her fingers were warm and smooth, and were playing with the hair sparsely scattered on his chest and stomach. Il Lupo can't help but smile and take in the pleasure in silence.

As Fiora made her way further down Lupo's torso, however, this silence is soon broken. The Prowler found himself beginning to moan as he felt the Courtesan's hands sliding down the waistband of his trousers while her tongue goes lower and lower. Both individuals could feel themselves getting hotter. Lupo felt a twitch down under, with Fiora merely inches away from his burning center. As much as the Prowler attempts to hold in his moans of pleasure, he can't, and they only grow louder by the second. The Courtesan took note of this, and smiled. By then her mouth was in a position directly above his heated core. His hips were noticeably trembling, as if expressing impatience and annoyance. Lupo could see that Fiora was wriggling her tongue seductively and was gradually lowering her head. Her hands were also now resting on his thighs, massaging them as if to keep him calm. He could feel her hot breath on his crotch— as if it wasn't feeling hot enough already. Not too long after, he could feel the tip of her tongue touch his arousal through the cloth of his trousers, if only ever so slightly. Still, this contact is enough to send a shiver up his spine. It intensified when he felt her press her tongue a little bit harder against his growing hardness. At that point all he wanted her to do was to simply carry out the deed.

"Go on..." he whispered.

Fiora didn't oblige just yet, however. Instead of doing what she was expected to do, the Courtesan suddenly stopped. She pulled away briefly and looked at Il Lupo, trying her best not to laugh at his clearly annoyed face. A bit more of this teasing, and she finally gave him the touch he yearned for as she began to stroke his throbbing manhood. Lupo's breath hitched.

She could feel the warmth emanating from underneath the garment; along with the telltale signs of excitement. She could feel that what she was holding in her hand was getting hotter and harder by the minute. And she liked that feeling. She liked it a lot. Fiora continued to rub his member for a few more minutes, before deciding that she'd prefer to do so without the cloth obstructing it. For a moment she let go, placed her hands back on Lupo's waistband, and tugged. She pulled off his trousers down to his hips. Lupo's manhood proudly sprung up. It was red, swollen and firm. The mere sight of it made Fiora involuntarily lick her lips hungrily, and she stared at it a bit longer than she had planned. It twitched again. Fiora chuckled.

"Looks like he's happy to get a breath of fresh air," Fiora teased.

"Oh, trust me, it's more than just fresh air he wants," Lupo retaliated with a sly grin.

Fiora was now very willing to comply with her lover's wishes, and wasted no time getting to work. She wrapped her fingers around the base of the shaft and began stroking up and down slowly. It was so hot. The strokes came slowly at first, but gradually started getting faster and faster. Soon Fiora began to pump rapidly with her entire hand. Lupo huffed as he savored every moment. He wiggled his hips, pressing them eagerly against her hand. A simple signal: "more". She happily obliged. He loved the fact that she was so good at this, despite attaining such skills from being a former prostitute. The other Templar agents openly mocked Fiora because of this, of course. But even though Il Lupo hated it whenever someone would insult his lover, he could not deny the fact that it was because of her previous profession that she was able to do what she was doing now. And it felt good. Really good.

The Prowler was almost lost in his thoughts, but was quickly brought back to reality by the feeling of the Courtesan replacing her hand with her mouth. He sucked in a breath, and then let out a long sigh of relief. She suckled on the tip softly before using her lips to massage it. Il Lupo shut his eyes tightly and clenched the sheets in his hand. Fiora continued to lick and suck on his manhood, occasionally flicking her tongue, tracing the thick veins along the shaft. Lupo tilted his head a little so as to get a better view of Fiora. He gulped, seeing the erotic expressions his lover was making. Her eyes were closed, but her lips kept moving up and down his length; she would stick out her tongue to lick the veins every now and then. She kissed the tip, and then opened her eyes once more and shot a glance at Lupo. Those brown eyes. Playful, mischievous, and so full of lust. He couldn't help but twitch again. Fiora responded by applying more pressure with her lips, sucking harder and faster.

By now the feelings of pleasure had already started to overflow their boundaries, and Lupo felt it was unfair for him to be the only one to experience such bliss. Without warning, he sat up, grabbed Fiora by the shoulders, and turned her on her side until he had her on her back, pinned against the bed. Now it was Fiora's turn to let out the moans of pleasure. He gave her another passionate kiss, before moving his mouth to her earlobe, and down to her neck, her collar, and back to her breasts once more. Il Lupo felt her fullness, making circles around them with his thumbs before using his mouth and tongue yet again. By now Fiora had placed her hands on the back of Lupo's head, steadying him. Lupo then moved his free hands further down her curvaceous body, caressing her sides and milky white thighs… He instinctively slid his hand down towards her center, cupping her there.

His two longest fingers were already wandering around the area near her entrance. They moved upwards, locating her clitoris. The Prowler stroked her there; up and down, up and down. The Courtesan clearly approved of this, and he applied a bit more pressure. Her hips were beginning to squirm. He pressed his digits farther inside. She was warm and wet and her insides were tight. He curved his fingers slightly so the first joint of his fingers rubbed against her folds. A gasp and a blush; Fiora knew Lupo had just struck the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of her, and she was deeply pleased about this.

He stroked her some more, moving his fingers in as deep as he could, searching farther inside until he had inserted all the way to the base of his fingers. Lupo could feel something small and rough amid the hot, tight wetness of his lover's canal; he promptly pressed and rubbed it. He could tell he's hit the right spot when he hears Fiora gasp again and let out a much louder moan. He rubbed harder. Fiora moaned louder. He rubbed harder again. Fiora was tearing up and gasping for air. In fact, she was almost whimpering in pleasure. Il Lupo smirked, and already he could tell that she wanted him to do more.

Without a word, the Prowler bent over and pressed his face in between the Courtesan's mounds, eliciting yet another squeal of pleasure. He pressed the tip of his tongue to her clitoris. He licked it in small, slow circles, indulging in her taste. Then he sucked on her in the same manner that she had sucked on him a few moments ago. Fiora wouldn't stop moaning, but the sound of it was so appealing that Il Lupo didn't mind the noise. He inserted his fingers into her canal again, slowly, knuckle by knuckle up until the base. He wriggled them inside her as his mouth continued to suck on her fleshy nub. He thrust his fingers in deeper, withdrew them, only to quickly thrust them in and wriggle again. He repeated this a few times, all while keeping his lips firmly pressed against and sucking on her clitoris. Fiora was practically screaming his name, along with the moans of bliss and other unintelligible words. Had Lupo not been holding her thighs and legs in place, she would've probably been kicking uncontrollably as well.

"Now... please..." Fiora panted. "Do it..."

He didn't. Not yet. He even withdrew his hand and mouth, resulting in Fiora squealing in protest and slipping in a curse word or two as well. Lupo simply snickered. The Courtesan tried to raise her hips in an attempt to touch his hand again, but to no avail. The Prowler's weight was keeping her in place. Fiora then tried to use her legs to hook Lupo's neck and pull his head down towards her crotch again. Still, it failed. The Prowler laughed to himself; he wanted to enjoy this sweet torture for a little bit longer. It was his birthday, after all. He was free to do as he pleased to his lover... even if it meant denying her for a while.

"Ahh... come on..." Fiora was practically begging.

"Birthday boy says no..." Lupo teased with a smirk, "Not yet."

"Merda," Fiora cursed, but followed with a laugh.

For a while the two just looked at each other. They stared into each other's eyes, realizing that they were not only full of lust, but love as well. It was odd how this simple action was so comforting. Even Fiora seemed to calm down as she gazed into her lover's blue eyes, seemingly forgetting about her impatience about getting him to relief her and his stubborn refusal. And true, this did delay the inevitable for a while. But only for a short while. Gazing into each others' eyes just wasn't the same as engaging in hot, passionate lovemaking. And the latter was obviously more satisfying...

It wasn't long before Il Lupo himself started getting the immense urge of the flesh as well, as he realized the burning in his own core was growing. He glanced at his hardness— it was much more swollen than before and was throbbing almost to the point of pain— and then looked back at Fiora, who shot him a playful look.

"I knew you couldn't resist," she said. "Go on. The best part of your present is waiting for you."

Upon hearing this, Il Lupo eagerly spread Fiora's legs, telling her not to move as he slowly entered her. It's a welcoming feeling indeed; the warm, wet tightness. He happily let her folds envelop his engorged member. The Prowler wasted no time as he started thrusting, following a particular rhythm, while the Courtesan threw her head back in satisfaction. The two bodies moved in synchronization, set to the tempo of nothing but pure, burning desire. The combined heat caused them to sweat profusely. Il Lupo couldn't help but marvel at the sight of his lover under him, as the moonlight illuminated the film of sweat covering her entire body, bathing her in an almost otherworldly glow of light. To him, Fiora Cavazza was no less than a goddess; she was his goddess, and he treated her as such. He buried his face in her shoulder, tasting the salt of her skin. She held the back of his head to steady him, calling out his name in between her moans. He moved his hips back and forth, grunting. She was whimpering and moaning loudly and uncontrollably; her legs trying to kick as the pleasurable feeling of him moving inside her was becoming too much to handle.

They continued to make love, until Lupo felt that Fiora was about to climax. At this point, he decided to go harder and faster, intensifying the feelings of ecstasy the Courtesan experienced with each thrust. She took her hands and pressed his rear, then wrapped her legs around him; anything to make him go as deep as possible. Il Lupo took note of this and continued to grind harder than ever into her, his stamina levels still high. It was during moments like these that he was thankful for all those long hours he had spent jogging in the early mornings as part of his training. He chuckled to himself at that thought as their orgasms continued to build.

The passion in that room continued to burn until finally, the two bodies each reached their point of release. Fiora's muscles tensed and her canal squeezed around Il Lupo's member. It was getting a little too tight for comfort now. He could tell she was about to finish. Her hot fluids surged abruptly, enveloping him. Il Lupo himself climaxed soon after. His body tensed and tightened; he grunted and groaned as he released his tangible liquefied lust deep into his lover. Once he had let out all of his desire, he carefully pulled out, noticing the heavily panting Fiora. She took a deep breath, and smiled, exhausted but thoroughly satisfied. Lupo lay down next to her, taking in the wonderful sight of this woman. It was almost a rarity for Fiora to smile, as her position in the House of Borgia required her to maintain a stern exterior. And yet, at this moment, she was a woman who, despite being tired and winded from their intense lovemaking, looked as beautiful as ever because of that said smile. The mere sight of this made Il Lupo glad, as he smiles back at her before taking her into his arms and into a tender embrace.

"Buon compleanno, amore mio…" she whispered into his ear.

"Grazie mille," Il Lupo replied. "I enjoyed my birthday present."

The Courtesan rested her head on the Prowler's chest, letting out a deep sigh of relief before finally drifting off into sleep. Il Lupo doesn't mind, as he himself closed his eyes and let sleep overcome him. He smiled internally. Perhaps it had not been such a horrible birthday, after all.

...

What would Fiora have in store for him next year?