Malina and the other meaning of RTS ch3

Heres the awaited Malina chapter! Enjoy! Thank you all for the support, im enjoying writing these!

A few weeks have rolled the calendar over, and as the summer appraoched the days and nights only got hotter.

Of course, so would lovemaking as it did. More heat, less clothes was the general approach for most.

But of course, the helltaker household has only one that must abide by these rules.

“Mannn its too hot, i could fry something on the sidewalk!” The heat exhausted Helltaker commented.

He was sitting with Malina,the sour demon, on the front steps to his door, the gleaming sun blast the earths surface. Even today it seemed the shade wasnt enough. She drank from her vodka bottle, it being already half empty. On her demonic skin wasnt a single bead of sweat, and unlike the nearly shirtless Helltaker, she still had all her clothes on, fancy suit and all its parts. She took a swig of the bottle, her lips smacking as she finished.

“Ahhh, not too bad, but its still eh. Cant believe you humans really get this crippled by heat. Back in shitty hell we’ve got lava pools for bathing.” She said, looking to the exsapersted man to her side. She offered the last drop of the holy liquid to him, and he took it without a second thought.

“Ah, not bad. Thanks. Hows Zdrada doing these days? Still annoys the shit out of you?”

She nodded. “Ya got that right. Sis wont stop talking about how great of sex she had that night, and keeps bitching about me to fuck modeus already. You really did her in didnt you?”

He sighed, then sipped the last drop of vodka in the bottle.

“Yeah, Ill admit. It was pretty hot. Cleaning the sheets was damn annoying though. Plus, Modeus now wrote everything down, and shes stuck on the computer for hours writing fanfiction upon fanfiction.”

“So that explains that room being shut so much. Gotcha. Cant play my god damn games on pc, just on my phone. Ugh.”

He chuckled, then tossed the vodka bottle into the nearby recycling bin.

“If it makes you feel better, I can play with you or something. I also bet some pancakes drizzled in sauce may up the mood.” She glared at him.

“You, know who I am right? Manifestation of bitterness and bitchiness? Mood doesnt go up or down.” She flicked her hand up and down, then put the hand through her front hair as she usually did. He laughed.

“Guess your right. Just an offer, dont have to-” he imitated Justice’ finger gun technique “bitch, about it? Eh?”

She aligned her grey eyes with his, stare burning through his shades hotter than hells deepest pits, finally looking away in her sour mood.

“Humph.”

“I thought it was pretty good.”

“Dogshit.”

“All are entitled to their opinons.” He said, as Malina got up and walked back to the house. She patted Cerebrus’ heads, as the three in one was playing in the yards sprinkling, running back and forth. She went through the door, applying a bit more force than was needed to close it. Helltaker got off, patted his shorts, and went back inside, Cerebrus still loose on the front lawn realm.

Malina had already headed to the cabinet, and a harder than normal face of dissaproval was worn on her face.

“Wheres. The. Alcohol?” She asked. Modeus was sitting at the table, reading a usual romance novel for what she called, “inspiration”. Even with Malinas statement her nose was firmly planted in the book.
Helltaker, having just entered the kitchen, grinned triumphantly.

“Heh, wait till ya look at this!” He popped open the freezer, and took out a big clear plastics carton. Inside was a red paste looking food, chilled from the freezers frigid enviroment. At the top was a layer of red liquid. “My own recipe, I call it Krasni Tavarish, or red comrade. Vodka mixed with liquified cranberries.”
 
Malinas eyes slowly shifted away from the closet, and slowly walked toward the container.

“So basically, red slush?” He nodded, although also shaking a finger.

“Once you take it out after a few hours, you drink the melted part. It taste beutiful.”

She reached for it, but he promptly put it back in.

“Not yet. It needs to finish properly cooling first, so it should be ready by tonight.” She pouted slightly, then grabbed a tin from inside her coat pocket.

“Ugh, backup it is.” She grumbled as she walked out of the room, upstairs for the night.
He snickered, then placed it back in the fridge, heading up to his room. He opened the door, unfolded the bed sheet, slipped on his usual night boxers, and soon dozed off.

Clink. “Aw shit, spoons dirty.” Tip tap tip….

Helltaker slowly blinked his eyes awake. He looked at his phone, reading a time of 12:30am.

(What was that noise?) He thought to himself as he popped his glasses onto his nose. With a small yawn, he walked into the hallway, empty in the night. He slowly stepped down the stairs, the floorboards slightly creaking below him. He turned into the kitchen, its dining area completly empty.

Suddenly, a fwoosh sound was heard behind him, and helltaker spun around to find-

“Modeus! Jeez dont jump me like that.”
She was dressed in lighter wear, basic tee with bigger underwear, since even with the heat demons still hated humidity.

“Sorry. You woke up from the sound too?” He nodded.

As he looked around the kitcken, Modeus popped open the freezer.

“Hey. Your weird potion is gone.” She noted, as helltaker looked in, modeus’ hand recoiling from the cold.

“Your right. Well, now it all makes sense.” He turned to the exit of the kitchen, then procceded upstairs.

“Hpmh, that stuff aint ready till at least another hour.”

Once he reached one of the rooms, he popped open the door with a hint of force.

“Hey Malina, I get your desperate, but you gotta-” he was about to finish if it wasnt for the fact Malina was laying on the bed.

She was almost fully nude, with just a tee covering her upper half, exposing her smooth and seductive backside and legs up. She dropped her phone and pulled her tee down.

“Cant you give a demon some warning?! Jeez its fuckin humid in here, even with the AC! Even demons dont like humidity.”

“Uhuh. Well now that its out of the icebox so to speak, hows it taste?”

 She looked at the container, which had a small portion of its slush removed, the spoon in Malinas hand.

“Its. Not. Bad.” She stuttered out, as she took in another gulp. ” I like drinking it. And, the characters in this are sorta hot.” She admitted, a non visible blush on her face.

He sighed, then came to the bed, carefully sitting as to not reveal his slight boner.
He took the spoon from her mouth, and tasted it for himself.

“Mmm. Not bad.” He was close to her face, looking at her expression, one that had a tint of annoyance, but also craving.

Slip*

Their lips met, Malinas blush growing red as a cherry. Then after a few seconds, they came apart.

“That tastes like cranberry too. Except much hotter.”

He said with a slight grin. She pouted, then pulled him into the bed, uncovering her chest, freeing her boobs from their shirt prison. The nipples on her breasts were slightly perked, and he massaged his hands around her breasts as they continued kissing.

“Mmm, my boobs just feel so good dont they helltaker?” She said after a kiss realese.

“They sure are. Although..” he lowered himself down between her legs, then began massaging her clit with his tounge. She moaned slightly, pressed her hand against his head, moving the other to suckle her breast. She began to pant a little as his movements stimulated her.

“Mmph, hmm thats good shit. Keep going.” She moaningly said, her cries growning in intensity. His dick had already become a full boner, ready to serve the demon some real time orgasm.

“Ha, ahhh fuuck its soo good. Ok ok hold on.” She said, panting with flushed cheeks as Helltaker retreated from the dessert that was her pussy.

“Get on top will ya. Im definetly ready now.” She said eagerly, her pussy moist and wet.

He smiled as he rose above her, her legs now locked around his lower back, pulling him in.

Sliip.

“Ahhh, fuuuck, your inside.” She moaned.

“Mm, damn your soo wet and tight. Ok.” He replied, as he began moving his hips up and down, hers bucking slightly as he began sliding his dick in and out of her pussy.

Slap, slap, slap! Their moans grew in intensity as Helltaker quickened, Malinas boobs bouncing faster.
“Oh, shiiit, im, getting close! Mmmmm!” She cried as they got closer and closer to climax.

“Ah, Malina, im gonna-”

“Mmmm, cum, cum inside me!”

The pair climaxed at full speed, their breaths slowing as they orgasmed, lips meeting another time.

“Well. For that, your playing with me the rest of the night.”

“Guess Ill go grab snacks then.”

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