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Post by Teja on Sept 15, 2015 20:39:44 GMT -5
She nodded, still wide-eyed, and still in fear, but not only fear.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 15, 2015 20:51:11 GMT -5
He froze, then sharply turned his head toward the door. He exhaled, but it sounded almost like a growl.
After a moment, he turned back to her and returned to maneuvering off her bra.
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Post by Teja on Sept 15, 2015 20:54:05 GMT -5
She pressed her hand to his chest, sliding it up slowly, looking at his eyes, although he was not looking in hers, and, after he had finished all that he was doing, she managed in a subdued tone of voice, "But Johannes, I really do want you inside of me."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 15, 2015 21:03:57 GMT -5
"Not yet," he snapped as he finished removing the bra. He tossed it aside and returned to kissing the length of her body.
After a moment, he snarled something in German, just before scratching a little mark on the underside of one of Teja's breasts.
"Don't move," he snarled, "or you'll make it worse."
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Post by Teja on Sept 15, 2015 21:06:11 GMT -5
Her hand was at that point loosely over the back of his neck, the other against his face; she went still for a moment, but stroked his cheek with her thumb, otherwise conceding completely to be still. She murmured something practically inaudible, "all right, darling," but telling her not to move was not the same thing as telling her to be silent, after all.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 15, 2015 21:13:45 GMT -5
He grasped her hand against his cheek for a moment and leaned against it.
And then, with a heaving, sharp sound, he forced his lips to her breast and drank.
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Post by Teja on Sept 15, 2015 21:18:52 GMT -5
She had a sudden sharp thought that if he killed her, it would be her own fault.
Her arm around his neck stiffened in that moment, but it passed, and with it the self-blame, fading into a dim resignation that she had asked for this, had planned to leave and had not only stayed but followed him upstairs, that she had begun all of this, and if it was all her own fault, then she could sin no greater in enjoying it. And she couldn't help but enjoy it. She realized then she was writhing underneath him, and was too far gone to be stopped by embarrassment, to sit up, to ask him to stop, pull her clothes back on and lead. She wondered if he'd even listen to her if she did. She whispered his name and stroked his cheek and wallowed in the pain and the fear he gave her, realizing he was right to have told her that fear could be enjoyable.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 15, 2015 21:34:37 GMT -5
"Could your little god do this?" he murmured against her. "Did it feel like this when he suckled you?"
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Post by Teja on Sept 15, 2015 21:36:59 GMT -5
She pushed herself up half-way to sitting, took him by the chin and pulled him roughly upward.
"Don't talk to me about Loki."
She kissed him.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 15, 2015 21:46:24 GMT -5
He pushed her away sharply and turned from her, bitter and sulkish.
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Post by Teja on Sept 15, 2015 21:47:36 GMT -5
Oh no, she'd gone too far- He'd been specific about making the decisions and she had been too decisive - She didn't know what he would do -
She tried to stammer out a plea but the words caught in her throat.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 15, 2015 22:00:28 GMT -5
Johannes clenched his teeth angrily, fangs retracting. He shook his head as though clearing away an unwanted thought and met her eyes again.
Without breaking that eye contact, he raised his hand to his own wrist and scratched in a deep gash down the pale blue branching vein below the skin. Blood, dark, nearly purple, oozed forth and began pulsing down over his sallow skin in thick rivulets. It dropped heavily and audibly on the sheets below.
Johannes' own mouth was stained with the mess from Teja's breast. He raised his uninjured hand and caught Teja's head by the hair to pull her back.
As she collided with his chest, he seized her chin and forced her mouth open.
"Drink."
He swung his bleeding wrist to her open mouth and pinned it there.
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Post by Teja on Sept 15, 2015 22:05:26 GMT -5
She froze - she didn't want to do this; he hadn't suggested this before, she wouldn't have said yes if he had -
The instant his open vein was pressed to her mouth, she made a gagging noise. The idea of consuming any part of any living creature was so repellent to her that she was prepared to feel sick before she had even tasted it. And it was hardly a pleasant taste, and the texture so unlike what one expected blood to be that that alone made her stomach turn. But there was something else in it, she couldn't place just what. Her tongue explored the cut without her wanting it to. Did he enjoy this as she did? Her hands wrapped around his forearm and she arched back against him, pulling it to her mouth of her own accord. Did he want her to want this? She opened her eyes and met his again for some sign of his will.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 15, 2015 22:11:43 GMT -5
He was smiling now with warm approval. "There. That's good, isn't it?"
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Post by Teja on Sept 15, 2015 22:22:45 GMT -5
When she pulled back, dazed, tongue seeking the blood on her lips, he did not stop her or hold her in place. She reached out to him as though she were still disoriented and he her only anchor, and leaned up to kiss him again. She felt funny, light-headed even. She felt good. It was not inherently erotic, this pleasure, but under the circumstances the two things provided a neurological feedback loop that made her press herself against him, as wanton as - well, as wanton as poor doomed Caroline Munro in Dracula AD 1972, or something like that. She'd been patient, she thought, not pressing him specifically for that which he had so sharply denied her, even though his attention to her body had made that hard. But she didn't feel patient any longer. She felt, to farm the grotesque subject matter too obviously for metaphor, all the desire of a newly-dug grave to be filled with its intended owner; and if Johannes had intended to reduce her to plainly begging for that, he had succeeded.
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