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Post by Teja on Sept 15, 2015 16:05:57 GMT -5
She felt a little like Eurydice, and pushed any thoughts of that away.
The room he brought her to was so dark she couldn't tell what was in it; each window had the heaviest black curtains draped over it, though she did not realize that until light bloomed to her left; Johannes lit a trio of candles. These candelabras had probably travelled all the way from his homeland with him. She had a moment to contemplate the mindset of being so accustomed to candles that electricity would be unthinkable. The vast stretch of centuries seemed so much more powerful to her with Johannes than it was with Loki, for Johannes had been as human as she was once.
She stepped up to him anxiously, touching his arm.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 15, 2015 16:17:28 GMT -5
"Is this to your liking?" he asked, in a low voice, as he turned to face her properly.
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Post by Teja on Sept 15, 2015 16:20:04 GMT -5
"- I'm not sure yet," she admitted. Her heartbeat was still hammering in her ears. On the one hand, she had the presence of mind to consider that perhaps one should not be terrified to be intimate with someone that one wanted to be intimate with. On the other hand... hadn't she had well and enough of safe? Wasn't she sick to nausea of safe? Wasn't that the worm eating her marriage from the inside out before she'd even gotten married? There was something sick and wrong in her, maybe, that brought her to this room, instead of down the hallway and out the door like she'd planned to be.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 15, 2015 16:26:34 GMT -5
"You may leave, if you wish. I won't stop you."
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Post by Teja on Sept 15, 2015 16:28:32 GMT -5
"I don't - but - please be patient with me, I'm still frightened-"
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 15, 2015 16:38:33 GMT -5
He smiled bitterly. His fangs were retracted as far as they would go, almost invisible now.
"But of course. Well, one might as well even the game, yes? Let me see what I have for you."
He withdrew into the shadows and returned with a sharpened stake in his hand.
"Will this suffice for your needs, my dear? I kept it as a trophy, but you may consider it a gift..."
He turned it over in his elongated, stiff-fingered hand, lifting it into the light to muse over it.
"Ash wood. Very fine selection," said Krolock, extending it toward her. "Take it."
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Post by Teja on Sept 15, 2015 16:39:41 GMT -5
This bit of unpleasantness was so unexpected she momentarily stared at him, mute with horror and confusion.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 15, 2015 16:50:41 GMT -5
Johannes lowered himself, stiffly as ever, before her.
"I am giving you your opportunity here and now. Think of what a great heroine you will seem to this city, slaying me."
He opened his robe now, let it slide back over his raddled collarbones and shoulders and catch over the back of his arms. Krolock's sunken sternum and undefined chest bore a layer of hair that had never fully finished graying, and which continued narrowly below the center of his sharp-edged ribcage into a line bisecting a low, loose paunch. He lifted his face toward hers and extended the stake again.
"Strike me down here and now. Wear my blood and ashes like a queen's raiment. Be the sort of bride expected of a god."
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Post by Teja on Sept 15, 2015 16:58:21 GMT -5
She took the stake from him abruptly, turning it over in her hands, lifting it in the appropriate stabbing position.
"You mean like this?"
After an angry, pregnant pause, she tossed it aside. It clattered loudly in some dark corner of the room. Her eyes had fully adjusted, or had done so as much as they would in this darkness. The room felt seductively shrouded - an enticing place to commit murder, surely, particularly murder of a vampire who had done so much of that crime himself. But her god had done no less, certainly. Johannes need not know that for this display to agitate her.
"You idiot," she said, her irritation bleeding into her voice. She lifted her hand, and it seemed for a moment as though she might strike him. She was only hesitating before putting her hands on his shoulders as a means of guidedly falling into his lap, and kissing him.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 15, 2015 17:12:10 GMT -5
Johannes's hands spread in surprise at his sides for a long moment- a frightfully, embarrassingly long moment- before he raised them palms-up, his head tilted back and his eyes closed. Slowly, those hands came up around her body- one clenched to her shoulder, the other gripping the back of her head.
Johannes tore his mouth from Teja's and forced it to her collarbone instead. He could feel her pulse under his lips, and he surfaced back to her mouth, pushing her head firmly forward and taking a long, languid, devouring kiss from her instead as he began to stand again.
The change of positions required him to gather a fist in her hair and pull her head back now, exposing a stretch of smooth, golden-skinned neck. His free hand stroked upward toward it, feeling the flutter of her blood beneath it, but he continued to push up, up, until he was grasping the side of her head too.
Johannes took a sidelong step toward the bed and pulled Teja with him.
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Post by Teja on Sept 15, 2015 17:16:26 GMT -5
She was frightened again, of course... but this time her fright melted into desire, and she was pliant, obedient, when he pulled her away; it gave her pleasure to be so. That did not mean she was still, with no will to do anything he did not bid her to do first; her hands sought out his body caressingly, and even she was shocked at some of the things she was saying she wanted of him.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 15, 2015 17:22:52 GMT -5
He began forcing up the hem of her skirt as soon as he had her on the bed, and he found the band of her panties soon after.
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Post by Teja on Sept 15, 2015 17:26:43 GMT -5
She was trying to catch her breath, and finding she couldn't. She arched her hips up from the mattress to better assist this. It was mad to think things had progressed this far, they'd always been so formal together, with scarcely any hint of flirtation between them. But that seemed to make this eruption of desire all the more extreme. There had been no slow build; she had repressed her attraction to him until she felt helpless to it.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 15, 2015 17:49:57 GMT -5
He hadn't fully extricated her before he began unfastening his trousers as well, pushing them off of thin legs with sharp hips and even sharper knees.
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Post by Teja on Sept 15, 2015 17:52:10 GMT -5
She sat up just a little straighter to be able to pull off her little floral henley and unbutton her skirt all the way, pushing them to the far edge of the bed to linger or fall off, she didn't notice or care. She reached behind herself to undo her bra clasps, but instead she reached out to lavish attention on Johannes instead. She wanted him to feel as mad with desire for her as she was for him.
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