Worthless [cw]

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Nora Dupuis

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Re: Worthless
« Reply #15 on: June 14, 2019, 04:53:40 AM »

Emile didn’t answer her at first. Body held up by the lip of the tub, legs stretched out in front of him. Two long barriers between herself and the door. He had showed her the house as they had passed through it. The open spaces that were for everyone. There had been doors that lead elsewhere but Emile had said nothing about those, so Nora assumed they were private places not meant for her. And in the room he had pointed out the cabinet for towels and soaps before going silent.

Silent and watchful. Nora wondered if she was supposed to get a towel and soap. Was it a hint? There was a sliver in little silver dish that perched on the tub edge. She could use that, she thought, while he stared and did not answer. Water turned on, while he stared and did not answer. Eyes watching from beneath the tip of his chin until Nora gave up on an answer and saw to getting undressed. Maybe he would be a long time and didn’t want her to know.

Maybe she should have gotten a soap and towel.

This he helped her with. Rising from his watching to help pull her dress down. It was heavy enough to drag itself from her body, but the damp made it cling to her skin. Together the worked it down off her arms and over her hips. Emile even held her steady as she stepped out of it. Left wearing nothing but her hair and Emile’s fingers, which kneaded her calf before he stood, and then, finally, answered her.

”Okay.” She leaned into him. Face seeking the hollow made by shoulder and throat. Now he was ready to speak. Assurances made that he would always come back. If she waited, if she wandered. Arms caught between their bodies, Nora used her fingers to pet his chest as he explained. It wasn’t more fighting he was going to do. ”Oooh.” Eyebrows wrinkling, Nora did not understand how one lead to the other, but she understood the need for privacy. The needs of mating pairs.

”It’s alright.” Nora stroked his shoulder, rising on tip toes to kiss his cheek before he let he go. ”I’ll be right here.” Tap turned off as if she’d done it a thousand times before. An hour. Climbing into the tub, Nora sank down into the water until she could taste it on her lips. She thought an hour was not so long to soak in nice warm water. At least she thought so until a clot of mud and roots bobbed to the surface in front of her face.

Pella Labeau

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Re: Worthless
« Reply #16 on: June 14, 2019, 05:05:31 AM »

Pella had pulled the bed from its corner with her writhing. Feet bouncing and scraping against the floor as she threw herself against her bonds. She could not break the Red ties, but she could protect herself somehow. She could still try. She did not want to give up and wait patiently for a beating while Emile played nursemaid to his new wife. She wouldn’t have done it whatever he’d been doing.

Once there was a crack between bed and wall, Pella had an idea. Wedging her body into the space. Craft more flexible than chains. It did not hurt her while she twisted and contorted her body, just kept her tethered to the bed post. Where she was still tethered upon his return. Pella had heard him walking through the house with the girl. Voices too quiet for her to hear. The roar of the filling bathtub following shortly after.

Frantic she finished wedging herself into the corner so that the bed was between them. Only realizing what she’d forced herself into the space that she was just as trapped as before. Except now she was also cornered. And it had been more than five minutes since he’d left. Standing from her crouch as the door open, Pella glared. Hair wild from her exertions, face flushed too as her heart beat wildly and filled her body with too much blood.

”Zero. You’re not touching me with that thing.” She scowled harder as he worked his boots off. Lips tense and down turned, eyebrows dark, angry clouds above her eyes. She wouldn’t stand for being beaten with a belt! It was one thing to endure his spankings and quite another to let him beat her. But she couldn’t stop him. And no one had come to make sure he wasn’t out of hand. His temper needed reining in sometimes.

They had all just left her in the angry pool of his power.

Emile Dupuis

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Re: Worthless
« Reply #17 on: June 14, 2019, 02:19:54 PM »
Sweet woman. Breath of fresh air. All the shyness from their first meeting gone as she stood naked, not just where he could see but pressed into his body. Nora was making it very difficult to hold onto the anger that would help him deal with Pella’s antics. Lips turning up he dabbed a kiss to the stitch that drew her brows together. Innocence dripping from her confusion. Should he explain that too? The hot serpent of desire in his stomach hissed yes. Let her mull it over in the heated water until he came back. ”She likes to be angry for it, because if she lets herself enjoy it she might be less mad at me. So she makes me angry, so she can be angry so we can be angry together. But not usually in the kitchen like that.”

Nora did not flinch from the understanding. Rising up instead with a maturity he had not expected. Willing to submit to the strangeness of this part of their newly intertwined lives. She soothed with soft touches. Pert breasts brushing him through his shirt as she touched her lips to his cheek and promised to be found where he left her. ”Thank you.” Shoulders falling slack he rested his head to her temple another half second.

”Back soon.” Much as he wanted to stay, the heat Nora stirred could not be put to use on her untried psyche. And he was already late back to the other room.

There was nothing for Pella to do but wait. Wait and rearrange the sparse furniture. Forehead puckered one eyebrow arched high and the other low. She had pinned herself in against the bed and the wall. Tucked into a corner as if that would keep him away. ”Not a tactical bone in your body.” She glared at him with eyes that were dark points in the shadows of the unlit room. Daring him language of the tongue and body. Firing a lamp to life Emile brushed his boots aside when they were off. Then plucked his tunic up over his head. Listening as she spoke.

She was every inch a triggerfish. Bold, beautiful, ready to attack mercilessly. They often popped out around gardens of coral, or out of dark holes, to sink their teeth in Emile while he was collecting oysters. As gorgeous as they were the vibrant fish had a nasty bite. Exactly like his first and more ferocious wife. ”No? And how do you suppose you’re going to stop me?” Approach slow he measured each step. Waiting for her to lash out as he reached for the strip of leather he had promised. ”I think two is fair enough. One for each side.” He ran his hand down over them, almost cupping himself through the fabric of his pants.

”Don’t make me chase you, Pellaaaa.” He warned in a charged singsong voice. The binds on her wrists released from the bed, but not one another. And Emile tensed as if he expected her to rush at him. His temper had been petted away by Nora’s sweetness. Now it was just a young warlord prince’s frustrated lust. Two beautiful women he possessed but could not really enjoy. A ship full of uncensored stories on deep penetration and mewling wives. Slowly stirred desire for Nora that he could only channel so far without risk. Sexy, screaming Pella with her hatefucking. The muscles in his jaw hopped as he ground his teeth. An aural shield went up like wallpaper around the room. ”Or make me. That could be fun too.”

There was nowhere to run, after all. No place too far for him to fetch her back for the promised punishment. Even if Emile didn’t have the stomach to actually pass the belt over her ass once she was caught. Skirts half torn in his eagerness to revisit the red welts already left by his hand. He held her tight, dropping to the edge of the bed. Bent her over his knee to match fingertip to angry red fingerprint. A little squeeze to see if there were soreness in the touch before he decided a nibble would be more satisfying for them both than the smack of the belt. Rolling over her he pressed her chest into the bed with the heel of his hand. Sinking low down her backside he kissed his way to the welt on her left asscheek, sucking an even redder circle in his center as he grazed it with his teeth. She smelled salty and almost musky. Tempting him to try wiggling his face into the crevice of her round bottom, or lower, to lick at the curl covered skin of her cunt. Ears straining to catch her words and sounds, to make sure he didn’t overstep the vague line between the things she wanted him to force on her and the ones she did not.

Pella Labeau

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Re: Worthless [cw]
« Reply #18 on: June 14, 2019, 06:12:35 PM »

”Should I need them when dealing with husbands?” She pressed the small of her back against the wall. Spine curved to keep her shoulders tucked in defensively, and the sore cheek of her ass away from the wood. She ducked lower as he lit a lamp, as if light or darkness would change anything. It would neither enhance or dull the pain. Just made the details sharper. Which meant her imagination couldn’t run away with her.

Picking out the shadows of his body. Hard lines that did not blur whatever the light. Exposed as he kicked his shoes aside and pulled his shirt over his head. Advancing slowly. Each step purposeful. ”However I have to.” Pella warned him, sinking lower. Crouching deep into the shadow between the bed and wall. Shoulder fitting into the tight space where the walls met as he reached for the belt.

Pella bared her teeth. Two. It would probably be a dozen knowing his control. Her hands came when she pulled them. Released from the bed post even as he warned her. She pressed her bound wrists to her chest, knuckles brushing the underside of her jaw. She drew them up over her lips, blowing her breath into her hands. And then she ran, fingers circling the far bedpost as she turned the corner of the bed. Snakes of Summer-sky darting toward the belt.

It did not good. Screaming and snarling as she was caught. Cursing him as her skirts rent. A seam parting at her hip. Emile dragging her over his knee. Pella kicked, toes trying to catch the belt before it could land. It was futile. The blow never coming from where she expected. Or at all. Just his hand fitting around the mark he’d left, fingers digging in until she writhed and bit his shin. Fear turning her whole body hot and cold.

It unspooled. Untwisting the knot in her stomach. Teeth gritted, Pelle groaned as he rolled her. Weight pressing her into the bed. Outline his spear against her thigh. Hard and hot through his pants. Hands still bound, she clutched at the bed, hissing at the trail his mouth left. At the pain his teeth made. ”Fuck you, that hurts!” Heart pounding, she let her thighs spread. Let his face brush the creases of her body. Tongue catching the moisture beginning to dampen her curls. Soft, tentative tongue.

She pressed into him, not caring where his tongue stroked her. Wet and slick. Soft. Too soft. Pella moaned. ”Hurry up and fuck me already.” Hips tilting her toward him, thighs parting, she thrust her hands down her body and between her legs. Stroking his face and her cunt. ”Come on.” Pleasure chasing the terror induced tension from her body. Fingertips a hard counterpoint to his dipping tongue. ”Fuck me!” Desperate for the hard length he’d pressed to her thigh.

Emile Dupuis

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Re: Worthless [cw]
« Reply #19 on: June 14, 2019, 09:37:58 PM »
However she had to. Oh did he ever believe that. ”Sure, sure.” Emile crooned since he couldn’t fake the cruelty she was so good at injecting into every word. Brushing against his Red in preparation to shield he watched as she nestled deeper into the pseudo-cave she had created. Blankets disheveled from her thrashing. Hair rubbed into tangles. Tracking him with her eyes as he moved to lift the belt from the back of his chair. He laid it over his bare shoulder as he set her, mostly, free.

There was a second of surprise on her face as she discovered her hands had been released from the bed. Then she was quiet. Planning her next move. If he had wanted to he could have locked the door. Kept her in and dashed all her hopes of escape. Instead he waited. If she wanted the door she would have to get by him first. Her path was lengthened by the way she had wedged between the bed and wall. Crawling over would have made her vulnerable, so she tried to go around. Trapping herself in the bottleneck.

Where Emile caught her around the waist. One arm all he needed to heft her up off her toes. Leaving a whole hand to untangle skirts from kicking legs. They gave with a rip, offering up a warm thigh to press to his stomach as he flung her across his lap. She struggled admirably. Emile liked the way her wiggling hips rocked against his spear. And the feeling of power that came from holding her down. The power to hold her any way or place he chose. That, he decided, was what made him a man despite her claims to the contrary. That he could hurt her, or humiliate her, or molest her… but denied himself the pleasure.

Mostly.

Leg jerking free of her teeth he squeezed the mark he had left on her bottom a little harder. She had a great ass. Firm, just the right amount of round, and impossibly smooth. It made up for her definitive lack of breasts. Not that he ever got to enjoy what she did have of those.He massaged her thighs as he flipped her face down on the bed. All her growling and seething was show. Legs parting of their own volition as he nipped his way down. ”I will. If that’s what you want you kinky little harridan.”

His nose dipped between the cheeks of her ass, and his mouth into the moisture of her cunt. Hot, plump flesh that he teased without trying to satisfy. Pulling away when she forced it at him, and grinding deeper when she relaxed into the bed. This time the game was his game. For as long as he could keep and stay in control anyway. The moaning didn’t help. Neither did her demands. Hands trying to coax herself to climax, or his mouth to leave her so his spear could enter. ”You’ll wait for it.” He growled, licking the fresh slickness from his lips as he sat back to look. Hands gravitating towards her ass again he let his thumbs rest on the small mounds of her pussy lips. Spreading all of her open to look at. Rudy wet center to dusky puckered star. Tongue flat he lapped from bottom to top while she then kissed his way up her spine to her collarbone. Forehead resting on the back of her skull as he shoved his trousers down to his knees.

It was different this way. Very different from laying under her grinding hip while she insulted his every stroke. Only taking the length she wanted, for only as long as he wanted. Emile didn't know how many times he had laid alone in bed, still half shocked out of sleep, to rub out the orgasm she hadn’t let him reach. This time he gave her every bit. Tip pressed in slowly, inch by inch, until he could feel her ass at his stomach. Inside of her his spear throbbed and flinched at the heated pressure. Rubbing against the firm end of her cunt he pressed in deeper still, even though there was no more of him to give or more of Pella to take it. ”Mother Night.” He panted, pulling out a clean stroke to re-position her legs. Scooping them around his arms he held her by the waist and leaned in, rubbing the wet underside of his spear at every part of her it touched. ”Put it back in.” He told her, letting the binds on her hands go.

Pella Labeau

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Re: Worthless [cw]
« Reply #20 on: June 14, 2019, 10:44:29 PM »

He promised to fuck her and then didn’t. Teasing her with his tongue instead. Tormenting her with it. Probing tip put away when Pella begged for it. Only to return when she gave up. It was maddening. Her body flinching with every lick, thighs trembling as she held herself on the bed where he could reach her. Pella rolled her clit beneath her fingers and wished desperately for his cock inside of her. Got his tongue instead, despite her demands.

Needs never met unless she saw to them herself. Pella half feared he’d go limp before he manage to fit his spear in her. Too busy playing at being a man. Taking full advantage of his upper hand to gloat instead of treating her to a proper fuck. ”Forever at this rate!” He was a miserable prick. And a miserable fuck. Pressing her face into the bed Pella fried not to scream. Or cry. Constantly left with an ache that couldn’t be fulfilled.

Just more teasing. Fingers pulled her apart until Pella could feel cook air on all of her. Followed by a broad sweep of Emile’s tongue that left her trembling. Muscles clenching even as she pressed toward him. That was good and she wanted more. Pella didn’t get that either. Emile kissed his way up her back instead, leaving all the work to her feverish fingers. And work they did, tangling with each other but still able to rub and rub.

It would never be enough. Pella felt the hear in her body flagging. All her pent up sexual energy souring into disappointment as usual. she ended up screaming when he slid his spear in. Noise muffled by the blankets as he fed her every inch of his spear. ”Yes, yes.” She groaned, taking it all and still trying to take more. And then he took it all away again. Pella collapsed into the bed with a sob. It was fucking fair. Hackles up she fought him as he repositioned her. Certain the sex was over, she was in no mind to help him. Or he near him.

His spear trailed all over her. Sliding against her body. Between her cheeks which cleched and thrust at him. There! Anywhere just so he didn’t stop. Pulling the bindings from her hand so she could tuck him back where he was supposed to be. Hands eager, Pella stroked the length of his spear and then ran the tip down her body and back inside of her. She caressed the lengrrh as it sank into her. Emile had a nice cock. Solid and long. Long enough to fill her up ”Harder.” She asked, voice strained. Fingers sliding from clit to spear.
The other cupping her breast and pinching.

Emile Dupuis

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Re: Worthless [cw]
« Reply #21 on: June 15, 2019, 12:21:18 AM »
Behind her Emile rolled his eyes at her ridiculousness. Tempted to abandon her there to really wait forever. His need was too great and hers filled the room with volatile intensity. It was too bad she was so busy with her spite. They shared a common frustration that would have been easily cured if she could just save the shaming for after the fucking. Instead of giving up he forced them both to wait while he extracted a few long desired sips of her flesh. Sating some of his need to control the sex while dragging out her anguish.

She was vaguely bitter salt over light perfume. Scents he couldn’t savor and flavors he couldn’t place. One lick far from all he wanted. Pella shook, muscles he wanted to test and taunt working to catch the tip of his tongue as it slicked passed. Later, maybe, he didn’t know to go into that place without bringing her pain. And he never knew what sorts of pain she wanted explored. None with him, but he was the only person in the Cove with a need that could hope to match her insatiability. She said he was lousy at fucking, and he believed her even though she rode to orgasm every time she climbed on.

All of his sex with Pella had been unexpected and over quick. Nerves keeping him from enjoying the act or exploring her body. He rarely touched anyone else. Landers left a bad flavor in his soul, and Aramis’ woman… well, she was a special case. So maybe he was bad at it, not given the opportunity to grow his skill. He was good at listening to stories, and suggestions, and instructions. He was sure he could be better. She just didn’t want him to be. So he put it from his head, the idea of satisfying any parts of Pella. He would fuck her the way she fucked him until he was done or she told him to stop. And if she found her release then so be it.

That first deep stroke made all his muscles tighten. Expectation rippling through his body. It was good. He could feel the strain of her sex adjusting around his girth. The scream she vibrated the bed with slowing his pace but not his intent. There was no begging to stop, so he didn’t stop. He gave and gave and gave to the sound of her affirmations. Letting her lean heavily into his pelvis while he rocked their bodies fully together. But not into the deepest point that they could reach. There was more. A centimeter he could shove his way to if she were spread wider, if her knees were higher, her back arched more.

Putting it right Emile held her weight. Arms locked under her thighs to keep her from wrenching away as she tried to escape. Hands strong on her hip bones to put her back where he wanted. His own rocked at her steadily; Careful not to bruise or force entry as he slid through hot creases. For once she did as asked without argument. Firm grip circling his throbbing cock. Measuring him, or just making sure he wouldn’t drip. Emile didn’t care anymore. Groaning he thrust at her hand. ”In.” He told her with a throat full of grit. Fingers guiding him into her softness he growled and thrust. Once, twice, knees working in opposition to his arms so he could fuck her fast but gentle. Stomach taut with unspent force that begged to be released. But not even her insults could flag his spear the way a woman’s pained screams did. That he knew from his one experience with a village girl that had more spunk than sense.

Pella thought she knew better, it seemed. And Emile trusted her to know her body. To know what it could take. Bending into the act he pressed her to the bed. Let his body react. Hips wild in their work. Balls trapped by their bodies they bounced soundlessly in the wetness. Drawn up tight under the root of his spear. The pulse that pounded through them half miserable with bruising and half ecstasy with the build of his climax. Skin hot he licked the sweat that rolled down her spine. Growling at nothing he gave her harder. Hardest. Deep and deepest. Brushing his speartip on her cervix and peering around her shoulders to watch her toy with the dark bud of her nipple. Words bristled on his lips senselessly as he fit his knees onto the bed, pulling her down onto him with each thrust. Mattress creaking loudly beneath them and bed threatening to buckle. She wasn’t fighting to get away, or begging him to stop. So he relaxed the grip of one hand to let his roam. Plucking at the breast she wasn’t tending. Trailing over the one that stroked her clit and made his balls flinch when it got too close. Cupping her ass again. Thumb stroking purposefully down the center. This was so much better than brawling on the floor like lander trash.

Pella Labeau

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Re: Worthless [cw]
« Reply #22 on: June 15, 2019, 08:03:31 AM »

”In.” Pella growled back, elbow to his side so he would give her the space she needed to slip the head of his spear back and in, where they both wanted it. Letting it spread her open as she did, hand guiding and feeling the length as she did. It was an easy cock to get off on when Emile could get it hard enough, and keep it that way. He was just useless with it on his own.

Moaning into the bed as he growled. In. All and once. And then again. Arms pulling her, hips chasing her. Pella panted, eyes closed tight so she could feel it all. Someone had been teaching him and she didn’t care who. Harder, she asked him, and Emile gave it to her. All the young strength of his body driving him into her. Weight in her back, and hips, pushing her into the bed. Forcing him deeper. Harder. Their bodies crashed together like surf and shore.

”Faster.” Pella pleaded between moans. Finally. She could have kisses whoever it was and let them fuck her blind too. Emile forced himself closer, practically crawling onto the bed with her. Snarling and sputtering as he gave her everything she asked for. Pella gave back. Elbows and shoulders trusting her backward. Hips tipping up to meet his strokes and down to catch them.

The bed complained. Loudly. It only made Pella wetter. Ground to nothing beneath the bruising thrusts of Emile’s spear. The kind of mindless fucking other women whined about. Sitting in little clusters to complain their men fucked them like mainland whores. Pella tsking in sympathy while wondering who their men were. Perhaps some of the very ones to teach Emile how to get behind a woman and do this. Knees tucked and back arched so that she could take all of him.

And Emile had a lot to give. An almost painful amount. But the pain was for later. Not now. Now was for tongues licking sweat off her body. A hand to caress her other breast. Pella let him, though she did not usually. Night shirts kept on when she rode him. Breasts kept to herself. His hand felt strange there. Fingers in her way, lower down. Pella shooed it away and clenched her inner muscles around his cock as a distraction.

Emile had one of his own. Thumb sliding down the crack of her ass. Pella gasped, choking as her whole body froze, muscles contracting. ”Yes.” There too. There too. Bucking under him, Pella dug her nails into the bed and pressed down hard on her clit, the rabid thrusting of Emile’s hips made it unnecessary for her to rub. Orgasm like a rip tide, it snatched her up and yanked her under.

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Re: Worthless [cw]
« Reply #23 on: June 15, 2019, 04:42:29 PM »
It was glorious. All her noisemaking. Emile didn’t know if she moaned to the beat of his thrusts or if he thrust to the notes of her moaning. A drive he had fought to control for over a decade finally snapping. Mind swimming in the pleasure. Too far gone to worry he would hurt her. With a grunt Emile nodded at the request. Hands turning to change their grip. Faster. Yes. Good. He liked the way the tip hung at her entry, and the way it gripped around his base. Faster meant more of both.

Pumping her to him and away again he smiled into the soft skin on her back. Every sensation exciting him more. It felt like all his being had condensed down to the very end of his spear which ached wonderfully. The rest of his body was working too hard to strike the spark on his waiting orgasm. That was alright. He would only make her angry if he finished before she did. There was no friction except for the one he created. Angling their bodies so he glided against the spongy muscles of her vagina. Stroking hard and frantic.

Leaning into the bed and into Pella he moaned too. Just as loudly as Pella, if not as frequently. Long dives and running through the surf had given him unbeatable stamina. His breath caught in his chest but his lungs did not yet burn with the effort. She made it easier too, rocking against him desperately. Bending her body in submission. See! He wanted to scream at her. See! He could provide, if she would just shut up and let him. Quiet now except for her gasps and croons of physical pleasure. Even his traveling hand was not hissed at. Only batted away when it tangled with her own in the wetness of her cunt. The movement of her muscles made him bite his lip and forget he wanted to feel between her thighs. There was no faster to go but he liked the changed sensation. His eager stroking splattering droplets of her slick lubrication down his thighs.

Hand slick with the same he teased the place he had tried earlier. Pella did not flinch from the touch. She made made strange noises, and her eager fucking stopped as the ring of muscles he traced twitched at the gentle pressure. Emile almost slowed to see what would happen. Then she went wild again. Permission he had not thought to ask for granted. Finger tip stroking he filled her there too. Slow, because his thumb was thick, if not long. His cheeks sucked into hollows while he watched. Spasms that meant to fight the intrusion pulling his thumb deeper instead. He held it there, bent like a hook with the rest of his fingers splayed on the small of her back. Hips more frantic than ever to reach an impossible climax. Too distracted by all the other sensations to take what was his for the taking.

Pella milked it from him anyway. The shaking of her limbs and pulsing of her cunt making him bury in to the hilt. Balls tight to his spear, so hard they did not even jiggle as he slammed into her with bone rattling force. There. There where he could feel the hot spray of his semen pooling around his spear. Trapped by the end of her cunt before it could filter through into womanly places he did not know the names of.

Sometimes he wondered if it was careful timing, luck, or brews that kept Pella from catching a child in her womb. He spared it a thought now. Equal parts horror and hope at the idea. He was plenty young to be a father, he knew, but children would give them all a fresh perspective on life. It would add to the happiness of the rookery. But she would use that against him too. He knew. A child to leverage his guilt and pain until they eclipsed her own. Poor delusional soul. It would not make her feel better. Perhaps she would learn to love him some, if she had some part of him she could not fault. Like a baby.

He did not share those thoughts with Pella, ever. He did not now either. Letting her ride out her orgasm on his spear instead while her vibrating muscles sucked every drop of his seed from his balls. Leaving them hollow and strange feeling as they slowly descended from their taut thread again. Panting as if he had run too far Emile nodded over his work. She looked as spent as he felt. It was very tempting to give his thumb a wiggle before he freed it but he  resisted when he found it was not as easy as pulling it out. Her body tried to keep him in, so he let her body work it out. Rolling over with a heavy sigh when they were finally untangled.

On his back he stared up at the roof while he steadied his breathing. Knees and legs hanging over the side. Trousers pooled around his ankles. Hands resting on his chest he turned to look at Pella, sure she was ready to rush out. ”Are you alright?” He knew now that he had been excessively rough. And he would know for next time that she had enjoyed it. The force of the thrusts or the submission in taking them, he didn’t want to contemplate which. It would turn him wicked. He could just feel it in his bones. ”I’m sorry about your dress.” Licking his lips he tried his luck, ”When you go to town for a new one, it would be nice if you took Nora. She could use a few things I'm sure.”

Pella Labeau

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Re: Worthless [cw]
« Reply #24 on: June 15, 2019, 08:19:00 PM »

It wasn't pain. Just pressure. Unbearable pressure that made her whole body tense up. Muscles contracting. Toes curled so tight against the balls of her feet they cramped. That was pain. Groaning she stretched, but there was no where for her to go. And no where else she wanted to be. Backing into the pressure.

Backing into his thrusting. Hand splayed across her back. Thumb just as buried in her as his spear. Pella buried her face in the bed and gave in to giving in. Let him have whatever he wanted. What she wanted. Sounds muffled by the blankets. Body slick from her hairline down. Sweat beading on her brow and above her lip. It ran between her breasts and from under her arms.

Pressure. Building until her body couldn't handle it anymore. Orgasm a surprise that rocked her into the bed and away from what gave it to her. Body hyper sensitive as it rolled through her. Clenching tight and drawing him in even as she tried to get away. Pella cried out and bucked hard, grinding against him as Emile pressed himself flush to her thighs. Filling her. Full. Impossibly full.

Gasping, Pella curled into a ball, knees tucked to her chest, body covering her knees. Arms circling them, she held herself tight and still until her body relaxed, and Emile rolled his own off of her. Panting as he sprawled across the bed. It trembled under them. Reverberating with the shaking over their spent bodies. Wiping her face on his blankets, she turned it slowly to face him, eyes heavy lidded and sleepy now that she was sated.

"Mhm." She ached. Ached from being full. Ached from being empty. Pleasure and pain both equally suffered. He was handsome, her idiot boy of a husband. And a good fuck when he finally let go and manned up. "You can pay for a new one." Moaning, Pella unfurled her body. All of it quivering and complaining as she extended long bent limbs.

Hiding a whimper in the rumbled bedsheets, Pella rolled onto her back as well. Fingers plucking at her dress until her body was mostly covered again. Inner thighs so wet they slipped against each other. The euphoria of her climax barely passed and he was already asking favors. Chuckling, Pella tossed an arm over her face and rolled away. Struggling to her feet as she toppled herself off the edge of the bed.

It was hard to stand. Legs weak. Body weak. She could feel the soreness beginning. It would settle in and be a resident in truth come morning. She was no stranger to a good hard fuck. She just didn't usually come by it from her husbands. Either of them. Sighing, she rubbed the mark on her ass, subtly pressing her cheeks together together, swearing she could still feel his finger inside of her.

"Alright," she told him with a put upon sigh. "But it's all coming from your funds." How was she going to explain the girl? She knew what Emile would say. Another woman for his menagerie. He imagined them a rookery, a family, but they were his prizes and possessions. She adjusted the sleeve of her dress as it drooped down over her arm instead of over her shoulder.

"But not tomorrow." She warned before heading for the door.

Emile Dupuis

    Blood Opal to Red
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    King of Pearls
    Ile de Paon Kaeleer
    29 Posts    1242 marks
Re: Worthless [cw]
« Reply #25 on: June 15, 2019, 09:16:58 PM »

Pella had a face other women would envy for centuries. Elegantly feminine in it’s perfect symmetry. Dark lashes, sultry gaze, sensual mouth all placed in sun kissed skinned. He had not know when he plucked her from the storming sea that she was so beautiful. Then he had not known what to do with that beauty. All the stirring she had caused his young blood spilling over on the shower floor because she raged if he had so much as looked at her too long. No sex between them for years, then when it came it was done in sneak attacks that left him feeling no less assaulted than her slapping hands or cutting words.

This was the most beautiful he had ever seen her though. Drowsy eyed, almost smiling. So. Blissfully. Quiet. It made him want to try kissing her, but he knew better than to dare. They had never. He had never. Not Pella or any woman. Only sloppy pecks or the occasional quick, sweet ones. If someone had told him at twenty-five or even thirty-five he would be thinking of stealing a kiss from his first wife, he would have called them crazy.

Living day to day it often seemed that not much had changed in their relationship. This, though, this was evidence things had. LIttle by little. Bit by bit. They had both grown so that this moment could happen. Both breathing hard to regain their composure. Mere inches between their content bodies. Her dark gaze on him in something that did not blatantly resemble hatred. One limb at a time she laid out on the bed. Humming her sureness at him as he worried over her wellbeing. There would be soreness, but he doubted anything was more than bruised.

”I’ll pay for ten.” He offered, much more excitedly than he intended. Eyebrows high and mouth stretched in a hopeful grin. That was well worth a month of oyster shucking and pearl plucking. His smile faltered as she tucked her face away to roll over. Emile rolled too, laying on his side so he could see her more fully. A deep breath for his admiration of her body, lower lip sucked up between his teeth as he looked her over. It slipped free again as he prepared to ask if she would consider taking Nora, or not.

It was unwise to press, but he needed to know. She didn’t have to spend time with anyone she didn’t want to. Except him, on occasion, when his caste needed unprickling or one of the women had given him a nasty scare. Before he worked up the nerve to further sour the moment she started to move again. He reached out to touch her, a hand passing over her ribs before she rolled away. ”You don’t have to. It would just be nice for her to go with someone that knows how to handle merchants. I doubt she’s been proper clothes shopping.” Or proper shopping at all. Raised in that secluded rookery.

Standing when she did Emile pulled his pants up with a thread of craft. Freeing up his hands for more small touches as Pella’s body quivered. Hovering he tried to keep her from leaving without being sure she was really fine. Without actually keeping her in at all. Guilt seeping up his toes and into his knees as she rubbed the place he had spanked. Was he sorry? He searched his heart to find only the after glow of worthwhile sex lived there in the moment. No. He was not sorry he had slapped her ass. Or for any of the things he had done to her. If he had been sorry it would have all slipped away as she agreed to see Nora to the market.

Smiling he hummed agreement. ”Whatever you need. They can put it on my tab.” Dangerous words, he suspected, but debts could be paid with a few weeks of hard work. And he had centuries of weeks left. ”Whenever you like.” His stomach pooled with warmth again. Why not tomorrow? Would she not be up for walking to the village? Sucking a smirk from his lips he slipped close to catch her hip before she could rush out. ”That was nice, Pella. Thank you.”

Then she as gone. Leaving him to hold his pants up with one hand and pad down the hall. ”I’ll clean those dishes up too.” He called blindly, not sure which direction she had disappeared towards. That was when he smelled it. The almost choking plumes of potent florals and woodsy scents. Following the perfumes he opened the bathroom door just to shut it again. Leaning on the wood for a moment to give into laughter before he opened it properly. ”Mind if I come in?” He asked, meaning the tub and not the bathroom itself. Door shut behind him this time he walked over the damp floor. Standing on the edge of the bath with a smile. Mood about as high as it could possibly get. There were several blocks of soap and spilled bottles. And Nora.

Nora Dupuis

    Tiger Eye Birthright
  • witch
  • Played By: dergon

    Ile de Paon Kaeleer
    25 Posts    1050 marks
Re: Worthless [cw]
« Reply #26 on: June 15, 2019, 09:59:48 PM »

Nora drained the water and wiped her mud from the tub once she was sure she’d gotten it all from her body. Then she refilled the tub. Poking through the cabinet while the water ran. Soaps sniffed, the best smelling ones tasted, which proved a bad idea. Nose wrinkling at the taste which was nothing like the smell.

She tried most of them once. Rolling in the water and scrubbing different limbs with different soaps. She couldn’t figure out which she liked best. Rinsing herself, Nora emptied the milky water and filled the tub again. Tiger Eye warming the water and room. She tried some of the bottles next, finding herself surrounded in bubbles that popped in her face and tickled her nose.

Once more. Stomach rumbling so she left the water alone this time and sunk into it. Clear and clean, she scrubbed the soap film from her body and hair. Cold and curious, Nora shifted. Rolling her seal body in the tub. She fit, but not well. Soapy water splashing over the sides. The door opened, and Nora popped her head above the water to see who it was, whiskers waving eagerly.

But the door was closed. Disappointed, she sank back down into the water, flippers flopping over the back of the tub. She was hungry and bored, but Nora has promised to wait. And she didn’t know what would happen if she broke her promise. Too far from the comfort of the familiar to test boundaries.

The door opened again. Nora sprang up, blowing a raspberry as she spotted Emile. Barking, she swirled back into the water. *Was that you?* She asked, twisting out of her seal skin and back into her human flesh. Slapping her hair from her face, Nora pushed herself with her toes to the back of the tub, knees to her chest and chin to her knees. ”Yes, okay.” Water patted in welcome.

Emile Dupuis

    Blood Opal to Red
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    King of Pearls
    Ile de Paon Kaeleer
    29 Posts    1242 marks
Re: Worthless [cw]
« Reply #27 on: June 16, 2019, 01:09:14 AM »
Laughter molding his tone Emile nodded at the psychic question. The sweat had dried to salt on his skin. In the humid bathroom it started to roll down his body again in tiny rivelets. Laughing more at her noises he stretched his shoulder. Trying to work out a cramp leaning into the bed had given his muscles. ”Yeah. It was just me.” He said out loud to fill the seconds her change took. Eyes turning to the ceiling to give the same privacy she had asked for in the Tigrelan cave. She was so fast at shifting. Bubbling with undeserved pride he told her so, ”You’re so good at that. I thought I could change fast, you do it in half the time.”

Nora scooted to one end of the tub even though there was plenty of space. Agreeing without hesitation to let him in. Emile let his pants drop, kicking them into a pile with her discarded dress. Toes dipping in first he sucked air into his teeth. ”Oh it’s cold. Do you like it that way?” He asked, readying a wave of his Opal to warm it if not. He went in regardless. Spear cupped so he could ease the sensitive flesh in. It was not so bad on his balls, truth be told. Bruised from Pella, then milked dry, they had seen too much action for one day.

”You having a good time?” He asked, fingers plucking at one of the scented soap bars on the shelving near the tub. It smelled like sugarcane and coconut. That would do, he figured, wetting it under the water. ”I usually just dash in and out of the shower. This is nice.” Water that was not salty enveloping his skin. It smelled good. Especially with good company.

Good company he wanted to keep. Forever. Which would mean making her happy. ”Hey, whale-bait, do you want to talk about earlier? With me and Pella? I don’t want you to think that’s how I like to act. Or that it happens all the time.” Biting his tongue he forced himself to give her time to answer instead of rolling right on into two decades worth of explanation. Remember to converse instead of talk at people was hard.

Aramis didn’t help. More prone to nods than actual words. He would let Emile go on for hours when they were young. By the time the warlord prince had been fit to run around the village on his own he had turned into a horrible nuisance. Talking over the other children, interrupting the adults, mannerless and rude. That had been a learning experience he needed. He had learned to run fast from it too. Hurrying home when someone asked where his parents were.

”Pella’s going shopping in a couple of days. Would you like to go with her? You can buy a few outfits. Curtains for your bedroom window, things for the bed. Anything you need to feel comfortable.” And dishes. A whole set. The curio to put them in too most likely. He would check the old one to see if it was worth saving. If not they could have a bonfire on the beach. Roast a pig and welcome Nora to the family.

He was going to have to find a lot of pearls to pay for today’s little adventure.

Nora Dupuis

    Tiger Eye Birthright
  • witch
  • Played By: dergon

    Ile de Paon Kaeleer
    25 Posts    1050 marks
Re: Worthless [cw]
« Reply #28 on: June 16, 2019, 07:55:02 AM »

Nora blushed, teeth flashing with pleasure before she tucked her lips back over them. Making herself small so Emile could have room to join her. ”Thank you.” And because the casual nudity of her home before, felt different in this home of now. She couldn’t name the difference, only feel it. Like a grass tickle at the ankles.

Emile did not seem to notice. Trousers falling from his hips and kicked into the pile Nora had left her dress in, belt still missing. The floor was covered with her damp foot prints. To the cabinet. To the toilet. Around the tub. ”I’ll clean it up, promise.” Messes were never polite, and Nora didn’t like leaving them. But she was as much a natural at them as she was shifting.

Toes dipping into the water, Emile flinched and Nora ducked her face into her knees in apology. ”I’m sorry. I got tired and didn’t want to heat it.” She did not like it, which was why she had been wearing her seal skin. She was much better suited to the water that way. Emile heated it for her, bringing the temperature up to something much more comfortable for people. ”Thank you.” She breathed, trying not to giggle at the way he held his spear as he sank in to join her.

”Yes. I tried some of the soaps and things. Do you have a favorite? I couldn’t pick.” She watched him choose one with a sniff, wetting it beneath the water in preparation for scrubbing. Nora watched that too. Lather spread down his arms and over his shoulders. She wiped a bubble from his jaw. ”It is nice. Especially when the water is warm.” Round cheek tucked to her shoulder as she grinned at herself.

Expression turning more solemn as he brought up his fight with Pella. She folded her legs together, knees dropping into the water, most of hidden by her hair, which was still sodden but clean now. ”Turn, I’ll wash your back.” She offered, making a circle with her fingers. Nora picked a different soap this time. It reminded her of leaves, but none she was familiar with. Nails biting into the soft soap, she ran it across his back.

”I think,” Nora began, finding she was right. The words were easier when he wasn’t looking. Her other hand plucked a sliver of soap from his back and dropped it into the water. ”I think I do not want to be a wife.” Her voice was small. Nora was very afraid to disappoint him. He’d been good to her, and she wanted to make him happy. Tonguing her lip, she ran the soap farther down his back and explained.

”I don’t want to be mad and fight all the time. I like this us.” Where they were happy to see each other and she could wash soap from his back with her cupped palms and no one yelled or hit. ”Can I still stay, even if I am not a wife?” She would be one if she had to, because Nora did not want to leave Emile. She slid her arms under his, pressing her cheek to his shoulder in a hug.

He smelled good. Like sugary food wrapped in greens. No more anger clinging to his skin. And the scent of Pella was faint now, almost gone as Nora closed her eyes and inhaled. ”Want me to wash your hair?” She tempted, not above bribery to be allowed to stay. To be with Emile without having to be a bitter wife. She understood now why her family had never taken wives or husbands. It was better when everyone was happy.

And Emile was not going to let her go. Which made Nora happy. A kiss pressed to his temple in joy. Nora would stay. Plans in place already to let her go places with Pella. She hoped Emile’s wife was nicer to her than she was Emile. Wished she was nicer to Emile too, but it seemed to have worked out. He was not hurt, and there was lassitude in his muscles that made her think they’d had satisfactory sex.

”I would like that.” Nora told him, the but hanging heavy on her sentence as she fretted, fingers working his scalp as she rubbed yet another scent into his hair. ”I don’t have a way to buy anything.” A concept she understood, sort of. There had been talk of it on the ship among the men. And Emile had spoken of dishes. Nora understood it was like trading but not. ”I don’t have anything to trade, either.” She admitted in despair, shoulders slumping and eyebrows low as she wiped soap away from his eyes.

Looking at them, bodies half tangled so she could wash his hair, Nora wondered how she was going to get all the soap out. ”Should I dunk you?” She asked, rubbing his ear between her fingers.

Emile Dupuis

    Blood Opal to Red
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    King of Pearls
    Ile de Paon Kaeleer
    29 Posts    1242 marks
Re: Worthless [cw]
« Reply #29 on: June 16, 2019, 09:41:08 PM »
”I wasn’t worried that you wouldn’t,” Emile assured her gently, ”I’ll help too.” Since the bath was his idea, taken at his insistence. It seemed she had enjoyed herself more than he expected her too. He couldn't help wondering how she had lived before. In a house? Or a hut? Or not really anywhere at all? For now that seemed like it would be rude to ask. When time had healed the wound of separation he would learn these things. There were so many years left for them to learn about one another, after all.

Flitting his Opal through the water he brought the temperature up to a much more comfortable. Foot swirling in it as he did so he didn’t make it too hot. Then he climbed fully in. While Nora sat as far from him as she could. Smirking over her knees as he held his spear so it’s dip into the water was as delayed as possible. Grinning back he eased into the curve of the tub’s end. Sinking down to his ears for a few seconds before he sat back up. ”They all smell nice. I’ve never used them so I don’t know if I have a favorite.”

They would not find out today either. The first one he grabbed was nice. So he used it. Bubbles building over his beachy skin. A thousand furtive glances given to Nora between lathers. Curious as to what she was thinking about, and how she was feeling. ”It is. I usually go in the shower. I might have to start taking more dip in the bath though.” He chuckled.

Her seeming contentment made him think a little broader, though. So he dared her discomfort to bring up the sticky scene from earlier. If he let it sit on her heart there was no telling what sort of ideas she might get. What secret fears it could build. He wanted to give her the opportunity to ask questions. To express herself so nothing was left bottled up. Nora didn’t answer him right away. Offering helpful hands as a distraction. Tilting his head to the side he gave her a grin.

Then did as bid. Turning around in the water to show her his back. Some things were easier to admit without interested eyes reading your face. So he set a gentle probe on her barriers, in case there were any clues in the emotion that seeped free. Unobtrusive, just as he tied to be while she spoke. Even though the words made his heart sag a little in the beginning. To keep her talking he reached behind his back to squeeze her knee. ”It’s okay.” He encouraged.

She did not want to be his wife.

That was allowed. They were not all interested in a title. It didn’t mean she wanted to leave. In fact, she was worried he might make her. Breathing a sigh of relief Emile turned to eye her over the round of his shoulder. Eyes warm and crinkled by the rounds of his cheeks. ”I like this us too.” He told her, craning his head to press against the top of hers as she hugged him. Hands cupping her much smaller ones to keep her against him a moment longer. ”The fighting isn’t part of being a wife though. That’s just something Pella has to do. She carries a lot of hurt in her heart, she lost a lot of people she loved dearly. It makes her lash out, and it makes her afraid to care about others.” That was as fairly as he could put any of it he thought. ”Today she was angrier than usual. So we fought in a way we don’t usually fight.”

Before he could tell her that being a wife was not a requirement of staying, she tried to lure him into agreeing with more pampering. Chuckling he nodded his head. ”Nora you don’t have to be my wife or wash my hair to stay here. It’s your home. Just be happy here. That’s what I want for you.” The hair washing was fantastic though. Smiling into her kiss he leaned back onto his palms while she scrubbed. Head dropping back towards her shoulder. The swell of her breast occasionally brushed his shoulder blades. But he was too satisfied for his spear to take interest. And Nora’s touches too innocent to heat his blood.

”Good, good.” He mumbled as he relaxed into the sensation. Eyebrows lifting he waited to see if she would need more prompting. Only vaguely concerned about the lack of punctuation the answer hinged on. There was a lot that Nora had not understood. She had also just seen Pella in a rage. Neither of those things were the source of her worries. Bearing his weight on one arm he gave her leg a squeeze with the other hand. Head tipped back to view her face he gave her a soft smile. ”I trade pearls for marks, and the marks can be traded anywhere for items. All the traders know Pella, they know that when she buys things there I’ll come later and pay them. You don’t have to worry about any of it, just tell Pella what you need- or want- and she’ll help you to get it.”

They were going to run him broke. She looked down on him so fondly, though, he couldn’t even be dismayed. Smile bright he laughed at her next question. Eyes closing because she massaged his earlobe. ”I’ll do it.” He said only a few seconds before dipping his head under the water. Mostly in her lap. Letting her hands tangle with his as they both kneaded the soap from his scalp. His lungs hadn’t even started to burn when they were finished. Shaking the water from his face he drew in a fresh breath. Resting against her warm body for a few seconds before his stomach churned in hunger. ”You must be starving. I know I am. There’s a mess I promised to clean up in the kitchen too.” Whistling a tune he hauled himself up out of the tub, offering a hand to Nora for balance so she could come out too.

Toweling dry with one towel he used it to mop up the floor then covered his waist with a clean one. A third wrapped snugly around Nora. Who had very nice breasts, he noted once again. ”There are clothes in your room. Let me show you.” In just the towel he showed her down the hall. Only two doors down into a room that had never been for anyone. Emile had hoped when having the house built that it would be for their lost niece or nephew. Maybe later he would add on another room, to make sure there was plenty of space for more growth.

Or Aramis would finally abandon them for a private hut no one else had a key to. Time would tell.

”Clothes on the bed, they said. I’ll go get dressed and we can see what’s going on for dinner. See you in the kitchen.”
 

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