Magicians Pet (🔞Hisoka Smut🔞)

Betrayal? 

*SMUTT WARNING*
Kinta tried to ignore the voices in her head as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, his hand glided up the inside of her thigh as he braced himself over her on his other forearm. His hair tickled her face and his lips brushed hers.
"Look at me, Kitten~" Hisoka purred as his hand hiked her skirt up, his smoldering golden eyes watched her as his finger lightly traced the damp fabric between her legs.
Kinta's breath hitched when he applied pressure over her sweet spot, a soft, barely audible groan escaped her lips. Hisoka smiled, his soft, genuine smile before bending down to kiss her again. His fingers lightly traced her tender bud, teasing her as his tongue deviled deep inside of her mouth. She rocked her hips forward, increasing the pressure there and moaning against his lips.
"You have to kill him." The voice still wouldn't leave her alone.
With a frustrated growl, Kinta hooked her leg over his, flipping both of them so that  she was now on top. The magician blinked in surprise as he suddenly found himself under her.
"I told you I've gotten stronger." Kinta giggled, fisting the collar of his shirt and pulling him up to her to meet her kiss.
Hisoka groaned against her lips, wrapping his arms around her waist as she ground herself against the hard member in his pants. She reached down between them, quickly unbuttoning his pants as his large cock sprung free. She wrapped her hand around him and started to stroke him slowly as she sunk her teeth into his lower lip. The magician moaned against her lips, his body shivered under her touch as she released the collar of his shirt and slid her hand up the back of his scalp.
'Murderer.'
She growled again as she fisted his hair, pulling his head back as she bit his neck, soothing the spot with her tongue before repeating the process down his neck as she stroked him.
"Kinta~" Hisoka moaned her name as she ran her thumb over the tip.
Kinta was already panting, trembling even with the thought of what she was about to do. She finally released his member, reaching between her legs to pull her panties to the side before sheathing him inside of her. They both groaned as he stretched her, Hisoka's arm secured her against him as she started to ride him. She rocked her head back and moaned, releasing Hisoka's hair as he leaned in to trail his tongue up her neck, panting against her skin.
'Murderer.'
"Ah- Hisoka-" She moaned his name before bringing her hand to his throat.
The magician's eyes widened in surprise for a moment but he shivered as he felt her claws scrap his skin. His eyes rolled back as she left small scraps along his neck as she rode him, his guttural moans ringing in her ears.
'Do it. Murderer.'
Kinta stared at her hand around his neck as she rode him, trembling and panting. Just a flick of her wrist, she could rip his throat out. Right here. Right now. All of this would be over, just a flick of her wrist. Her hand tightened around his throat, small beads of blood began to form under her finger tips.
'Murderer.'
Her gaze snapped to his, but there was no trepidation there. In fact, the magician smiled at her. His eyes rolled back as he rocked his head back, giving her full access to his neck as she rode him.
'Kill him.'
Kinta blinked as he submitted to her, he trusted her.
'Murderer.'
She could kill him, just a flick of her wrist or tightening her hand  a little more.
"Ahh~ Kitten~" Hisoka moaned softly.
"This is the only way you'll escape his clutches. Kill him!"
She watched the magician, totally exposed to her, seemingly oblivious to her  true intentions. Because he'd grown to trust her, after all this time, she'd finally gained his trust. And she'd planned on turning on him. Hisoka submitted to her, willingly, and she was going to reward that submission with her betrayal.
'Murderer.'
"No!" Kinta suddenly cried, snapping Hisoka's attention back to her as she removed her claws from his neck.
He gave her a confused look, but she didn't give him time to say anything. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and kissed him deeply. There was no lust in this kiss, no carnal desire or need for domination. Her lips moved against his passionately, desperately. Hisoka moaned against her as she rode him with new found vigor, cradling his head with both her arms wrapped around him as she kissed him.
There was the sound of tires moving across the gravel of the turnabout area, but neither of them seemed to care. It wasn't until she heard a car door slam and footsteps quickly approaching them that she finally broke away from the kiss to look back at the woman angrily approaching them.
"What the hell are you doing?!" The short, brunette haired woman screeched.
Kinta felt a low growl rumble from Hisoka's chest as his arm tightened around her waist. His and hers bloodlust started to seep out, but the woman didn't seem to take the hint.
"This is a public place! In the middle of the day! I'm calling the-"
Kinta hissed frustratedly, digging her hand into Hisoka's pocket where she knew he kept his cards. She grabbed a card between her fingers and twisted her upper body as she threw one at the woman, burying it in the middle of her chest.
The woman yelped and staggered for a moment, before sinking to her knees and falling to the ground. When Kinta's turned back around, she met Hisoka's burning golden gaze.
"You really just~" He started but Kinta interrupted him, she needed this. She needed his body against hers, she needed the release that only he could give her. She needed him to chase these awful thoughts out of her head.
"Take me already Hisoka, please-" Kinta moaned against his ear. "I'm your kitten, an animal, remember? So fuck me like one."
Hisoka was over her before she could even blink, pinning her back against the bench seat as he braced his hand on the side of the car above her and started his deep, merciless pace. The whole car rocked back and forth as he growled against her ear. "As you wish Kitten~"
"Yes!" Kinta cried, wrapping her legs around his waist and digging her nails into his back as she arched into him. "Harder- please-"
With a guttural moan, Hisoka gave her what she wanted, railing into her so hard that Kinta had a hard time distinguishing pain from pleasure. His heavy breaths and low moans filled her ears as her hands memorized every crevasse and cut of muscle along his back.
No, she'd never betray Hisoka. Stockholm syndrome or not, she was in love with him. For now, Kinta would be happy to be his and only his. Her body arched upwards with the promise of her release.
"Fuck~ Kinta~" Hisoka groaned against her neck.
"Don't stop-" Kinta panted. "God- please don't stop-" 
She was his, the magician's pet. And he would be her's, her magic man. Until their fight, where  they'd lay their lives on the line to prove who was the strongest. Only then, would she try to kill her love. But until then, Kinta was happy just to be with him for as long as she could.
"Y-yes! Yes! Hisoka!" Kinta called his name as her climax took her, her hips bucking under him as she cinched her legs even tighter around his waist.
With a deep, guttural moan, Hisoka spilled himself deep inside of her. His body shuddered and his breath came in short spurts as he came, Kinta watched his face. Watched his golden eyes roll back as he lost himself in his ecstasy and the muscles across his shoulders strain as he held himself over her.
When his gaze finally met her again, his eyes went wide and he quickly pulled himself out of her as concern covered his face. "Kinta~ I~ did I hurt you~?"
Kinta furrowed her brow, he still held himself over her, panting from their session. "No? Why would you say that?"
The magician blinked as his hand moved from over the top of her to her cheek,  gently brushing away a bit of wetness she felt there. "You're crying~"
Kinta blinked. "Oh, ah-" She shifted as Hisoka pushed away from her and she sat up, the magician watched her with a confused and mildly worried expression. "I'm fine. I must have just gotten something in my eye." She laughed lightly as she rubbed her wet eye.
Hisoka cocked his head at her. "Both of them~?"
Damnit, how had she not noticed she'd started crying? "I dunno Hisoka, it's kinda dusty up here from all the gravel? I swear, I'm fine." Kinta lied as she smiled at the magician, would this pain in her chest ever subside? Despite her resolve, it still felt like her heart was breaking in two, hurting so much that Kinta pressed her palm into the left side of her chest. Like she could rub out the ache there like a sore muscle.
Hisoka blinked as he reached out and gently cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand, his eyes searched hers for a long moment before he spoke. "Kinta~ I~ about our fight~" A small blush formed on his cheeks as he seemed to stumble over his words. "I~"
"Geeze Hisoka, are you really that excited to fight me?" Kinta giggled at the magician's stunned expression. "You haven't even seen my new tricks yet!" She turned her head and placed a gentle kiss on the tips of his fingers. "I know Hisoka, I'm excited to fight you too."
She forced a broad smile, doing her best to ignore the pain that  threatened to take her breath away. She brushed past the magician to slip into the passenger seat again, but Hisoka stayed in the back, seemingly momentarily stunned. Odd.
"Come on Hisoka!" Kinta laughed. "We should get going before somebody else comes along and sees her body. Let's go grab some dinner, my treat!"
Hisoka cleared his throat, seeming to snap himself out of his trance as he tucked himself back into his pants and climbed back into the driver's seat. "Okay~" He murmured as he put the keys in the ignition and gave her a soft smile.
Was it Kinta's imagination, or did he look a little sad?