Meddler [CW]

Description: assault and murder

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Meddler [CW]
« on: December 28, 2018, 01:36:12 PM »

In the mirror Steadfast’s reflection was pale. There were few decisions in her life as difficult to make as this. The conscious choice to see another person dead. To be the catalyst and cause. Across her vanity six webs shimmered in the long finger of witchlight that hovered in a lamp beside her bed. This was a thing that had to be done. For a lot of reasons. Mostly to serve herself, Steadfast never missed any opportunity to be alone with Bannick. But more importantly, she could finally prove her usefulness to Harrow. In a way their young queen could fully appreciate. Braiding hair, mending dresses, divining the petty lies of unimportant people… they made her an oddity worth keeping around.

Now she could show the true power of her caste. Prove her loyalty on a larger platform. It would not change the way the villagers looked at her in the market. Or stop the gossips for snickering about her inability to keep her husband satisfied. No, nothing would ever change that. She had come here with so many expectations. Blindsided to find none had proven true. One of many when she had found her One and Only. An outsider once again, not for her antlers this time but for a caste she had learned without knowing it would set her apart from what Bannick had claimed would be ‘her people’.

With a sigh she brushed more color onto her high cheekbones. It was a clear powder, but it made every blush and flush twice as bright. Long eyelashes darkened with more makeup but lips left natural she stood from her vanity chair to see the full effect. Dress falling to her knees so that a little thigh showed, as if unintentional, when she walked. Simple sandals on her feet and the high twist of knots she always wove into her hair. Too tired most mornings to do more than that. Her morning started before dawn, to prepare Ripper for the day, then hasten them both to Harrow’s house. All the care she might have put into her own appearance spent on the lady.

Except for tonight. When her son was safely asleep in a trusted friend’s home. Their sons close in age, the young prince a fair balance to Ripper’s higher caste. Undeniable now in the weeks following the giving of his Jewel. Tonight she dressed up just enough to be a temptation.

Feigning a dose of shyness as she slipped into the tavern. A bottle of wine her excuse to be there at all. One ankle hooking on the other as she stood demurely waiting on the barkeep. Glance furtive at the table where a few men of the court sat drinking. Of course Anlon was the first to come over. He was always the first to prey on any young woman he saw chance to grope. For the most part Steadfast was safe. He was too terrified of Bannick to speak to her much. But she had added a mild sedative to his tea in the afternoon, making him more vulnerable to the liquor he drank tonight.

Tucking her hair behind an ear she blushed prettily and tucked her chin to her shoulder. All the right words spoken, flattery mostly. Denying every compliment and skidding her feet across the floor. He paid for her bottle of wine when the barman returned and Steadfast let him. It was expensive, but he didn’t need his money anymore anyway.

As she left, half fleeing from the dread in her stomach and half to seem meek, she tossed a look over her shoulder. He was watching still. Good. She was worried he would be too drunk to notice the golden ring that fell from her antler when she clattered them against the doorframe. A seeming accident, but it gave him a reason to follow.

And follow he did. Knocking on the door twenty minutes after she had come back home. Dress exchanged for a silken robe that she pulled up around herself in red faced surprise. ”Oh, Anlon! I’m so sorry. I thought it was Ripper, he still gets a fright on sleep aways sometimes.”

No, he assured her, just old Anlon. With her ring! Oh how clumsy of her to lose it. She didn’t even have to invite him in. He just came. Eyeing the clock she kept him talking until she was sure the time was right. When she grew quiet he grew impatient. Mouth coming at her for kisses. Hungry on her neck.

It was not a pleasant sensation. Something about him made Steadfast think of her father. But it was for the greater good, so she let him push her to the couch. And didn’t kill him for laughing when he opened her robe. Hands clammy as they slid over her body, looking for more. Bannick should have come in by then. She stared at the clock, buying time with coyness and trying to keep him from petting the thick swatch of hair that was almost fur between her legs. Late! Why was Bannick always late!

”Please stop.” He wasn’t coming. Heat filled the space behind her eyes. She was stupid! So stupid for counting on him to be there. ”No, no, I’m sorry I can’t. I’m a married woman, Anlon.” He did not stop. But that was not why she cried. She would just kill him herself. Surely Harrow would understand. ”I said no!” She bleated as he wedged her knees apart with an elbow.

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Re: Meddler
« Reply #1 on: December 28, 2018, 07:30:00 PM »

She’d be cursing him when he got home. At least this time she’d be right, Bannick chuckled to himself. He thought she might forgive him, as far as Steadfast could forgive him anything. Ducking under a low branch, he straightened his shirt, finding a pocket torn by rambunctious boys. Greedy fingers digging for sweets. He’d vanished them all, no sense in giving a reward to two little bucks who’d slipped out a window. So pleased with themselves and their craft work.

Bannick had dropped them off again, and sealed the window with his Sapphire just to be sure. A wink spared for the surprised mother before he rushed away. No excuse would he good enough if he was too late. Pulling a twig from his antlers, Bannick dropped it outside the gate to her yard. Steady was likely to notice if he littered her actual yard.

Something in the air widened his nostrils. Flat nose snuffling the deepening dark. Lip slipping low on his tusks, Bannick rushed the last few feet to the door, opening it on his wife’s bleat. Heat washed the cool of the evening from his body and sped blood through his body. He loomed larger than typical, shoulders and antlers casting this shadows. He did not roar or growl. Snarl silent, pulled tight below his tusks, which rose above his upper lip.

He had big hands. Long fingers and wide palms, Anlon’s throat fitting almost perfectly in the curve between finger and thumb. Bannick caught his swiftly, jerking him backward so that his scrabbling hands no longer assaulted Bannick’s wife. His wife. ”I believe the lady said no, Anlon.” Sharp teeth parted the tender flesh of Anlon’s earlobe as Bannick whispered to him. Eyes dark, Bannick looked down at Steadfast and squeezed.

The other male fought, or tried to, but Bannick held him still with a swathe of Grey bonds. Back bowed and eyes bulging, Anlon clawed at Bannick’s arm, toes kicking the floor. Expression dispassionate, Bannick cast a shield over Steadfast too, just in case. If Anlon did manage to get away, he didn’t want her to be hurt by the man’s flailing. Because that was all he would manage before Bannick ripped his guts through his spine. ”Say you’re sorry,” he rumbled. As if any apology would be enough to spare him.

Harrow’s escort gurgled, face turning purple. Eyes wild and pleading, their whites turning red from the pressure. Bannick didn’t let go. He held on tight. Tighter. Eyes never leaving Steady. Her face reflected in pupil’s so big they took over the gentler brown of his irises. Bannick stared, eyebrows smooth and quiet. Eyes dark, expressionless pools. Only his tight lipped bearing of his teeth and the way he kept on squeezing gave tell of his anger. That and the long, long shadows he cast. Air heavy with his rage. Heavy and still until well after Anlon died and Bannick let him go.

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Re: Meddler [CW]
« Reply #2 on: December 28, 2018, 08:01:00 PM »

Steadfast had stared rage in the face before. Young Green Birthright thrown up in shields that could not protect her from the Red her father wore. Skin of her back raw, often opened by his favorite leather belt or the broom handle. But this was not that sort of rage. It was so bodily a part of Bannick she wasn’t sure if it extended to her or if he just wanted her to watch. To know that she was safe.

”I…” She started several times to speak but couldn’t quite get the words out. Mouth dry and tongue sticking. All she could do was stare back at eyes gone pitch black with danger. Killing fields stretching the foot between his body and hers into infinity. Anlon’s eyes slowly going from glazed to lifeless at the edge of her vision.

There was no guilt, though she had expected at least a little. He was not a good man. And she had not even had to bait him. All she had done was make herself more available than usual. This was not her fault, even if it had been her intention.

The moment Bannick had pulled Anlon from the couch she had drawn her legs up, arms wrapping around them. That was how she sat still. Chin quivering on her knees and fingers trembling at her wrists. Was he angry with her? Or was this just the danger of Warlord Princes? The killing edge a difficult place for them to step away from. ”I did not ask him to come here, Bannick.”

She opened her first barrier tentatively. There would be no stopping him if he chose to invade her anyway. But she offered it up, because it was the absolute truth. Her skin crawled, mostly from the pervasive weight of her husband’s anger and the long cold cast of his shadow falling over her. But also because she could still feel the almost slimy glide of the drunken fool’s hands. There was so much energy in the house it made her head swim.

A peel of her Green started to wash it away. Gentle at first, evaporating what lay in the air. Then more as she was sure Bannick would not feel the flow of her power and see a challenge. She had seen nearly ever side of her husband. But she had never watched him kill another man.

She needed a shower. To wash the grim of another’s touch from her flesh and the sudden slickness from her thighs. ”Bannick…” His name was a beg of permission. Could she move now or would she be punished? ”Come here, my love. Let me see your hands.” She finished clearing the stain of violence from the room, now she would wipe the blood from his knuckles where Anlon’s nose had trickled in his last spasmed gasps.

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Re: Meddler [CW]
« Reply #3 on: December 29, 2018, 07:23:21 AM »

Bannick’s breath shuddered in chest. Lungs cramping before expanding again. He exhaled, a sigh that rushed from nostrils and mouth, vibrating over his exposed tusks. The threat was dead, which left only the woman. Small and trembling on the... furniture. Couch. House. Wife. His. Eyes narrowing, Bannick looked at her. Little trembling wife who looked back with big brown eyes.

Steadfast.

She was Steadfast, mother of Nipper. His wife. And he was Bannick, as she named him. Jaw loosening, he gave her a gaping grin, and looked past her, into the barrier she opened. Scouring the place, leaning heavy on her other barriers because he wanted all of her. To possess every inch and not just the parts that said she was his, and that she had not technically invited the dead buck in. But she had opened the door. Opened the door. His littlest wife.

He could smell the dead buck on her. See glimpses of her bare breasts behind her knees. Her craft was clearing away the other scents. Foreign male arousal. Presence. Corpse. Violence. Soon it was just them in the room. A hint of vanquished blood. Bannick, labored breathing loud in his ears. Steadfast. Afraid. Aroused. Bannick’s nose twisted, pupils narrowing inward until they were pinpricks. Steadfast beckoned him closer, and he came.

”Yes, wife.” Quick as a viper’s strike. A hand to either side of her, the sudden crush of his weight toppling the couch backward. Bannick rode it down, knees propped on its front as Steadfast was tumbled down. He watched her, eyes greedy for every flash of flesh, every hint of wet musk that promised an easy slide into her body. Reaching out, Bannick grabbed the neck of her robe and held on. She wouldn’t need it anymore.

”Run, little doe, run.” Voice a rumble of old stone shifting. He vanished his shirt with a shrug of his shoulders. Sweat already beading along his skin. His tongue slithered between his tusks, licking his lip. ”Run!” Bannick shouted, and then chased her, dropping the robe he’d pulled from her body as he went. Antlers gouging scars into the frame of the bedroom as he charged in after her. Already reaching to pull and press her ass to the end of the bed where he could sink his teeth into the cheeks.

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Re: Meddler [CW]
« Reply #4 on: December 29, 2018, 10:56:38 AM »

A thread of tension snapped in Bannick’s jaw. Unhinging the blind rage on his face so that it opened to reveal his boyish grin. All the fear left Steadfast in one gasp of relief. Eyes fluttering shut, then open again. Tears wicked away on the ends of her fingertips. Elbows pressed in tight to her stomach as she stayed curled in place. Hugging her legs.

They both turned inward. To her barriers and what she showed. It was a careful game that made her wish, not for the first time, she had developed her skill in mind traps more. How useful they would be to keep her beloved from devling against information she did not like him butting against. Like the agony she felt in loving him. So deep it burned down into her soul. Steadfast thought it fair he know it was there, but if he knew how fully it penetrated her, he would know how ugly it made her. And how weak she was. Desperate to find some balance she could feel satisfied in. Willing to do more than her words would ever allude to.

So she held strong, her deeper barriers. Feeding only the fresh memory of exactly what had happened. None of the motives that had moved beneath. The tavern for wine, a treat because tonight her husband came home. The lost ring. The awareness that it could have been Ripper, or even Bannick in a playful mood, on the other side of the door.

Bannick pressed without forcing. Her Red held as steadfast as her name would imply. He could not have more of her there. A slip of her insecurity to warn him away. If she let him have all of it, it still would not be enough. And she could not stand it. Once. Only once had she been completely his. On her Virgin Night, under an inky sky and a trillion stars. Utterly possessed by a man that professed to love her. The memory did not help the state of her arousal.

Nor did his display of physical prowess. Landing on the furniture so roughly it flipped them. Steady squealed, body unfolding to catch herself. The sensation of falling without an of the jarring. Head pillowed by the cushions she had sewn by hand and stuffed with shorn wool. Hands on Bannick’s wrists at either side of her head. Flat on her back there were not breasts to see. Just soft pads under dark red nipples. They had no points, just a small flat tip. It was why Anlon had laughed. More nipple than tit.

Knees shivering under the changed heat in his eyes Steadfast panted. An animal trapped, but enjoying the torture. Violence turned to passion in Bannick’s gaze. Nevermind the dead body on the floor. Steadfast forgot everything when he looked at her that way. As if she were the only woman in the world. When all she needed for complete happiness was to be the only one in his. Thoughts of his other wives made her legs twitched indecisively. They wanted to close, to mask the scent of her interest as it took over the room. Her weakness for his flesh as shameful as her desperation for his heart. Bannick was not a man though, he was a warlord prince. To close them at such a charged moment could seem a refusal he might punish her for. In her barriers he had shown her how hungry he was to possess her fully.

Bannick made the choice in the end. Telling her to run in that gritty voice that poured heat into her belly. How could she when he made her legs liquid?! Silly man. Steadfast tried anyway, because they both enjoyed the game. Struggling to rise on to her hands, one arm covering the hard tips on her chest. Small swells now that she was sitting up. Legs brushing his thighs as she turned. The robe pulled away as she stumbled, then stood and pranced down the short hall. Swinging passed the open doors that showed peeks at a small crafting room, Ripper’s tidy bedroom, and a bathroom. They laughed at her for that too. Pissing and bathing in her house! But some had taken to the idea in secret, she heard the late night construction in the weeks after her house was built.

She tried to leap away at the door jam. His antlers slowing his chase as he splintered wood to reach her. But his strong hands captured her by the waist. And a thigh. Forced stomach down on the bed in a way that made her rock and moan. ”Ow!” The sharpness of his teeth was not unfamiliar. There were small pin-prick scars on her thigh and wrist too. Evidence of her taste for the violence in his nature. But it was worrisome this time.

His mouth so close to her ass. She was not ready to give him, or anyone, that experience. Too afraid the pain would not be one her body converted to pleasure. But men tried funny things. Bannick’s fingers and lips had sought the tender flesh there before. Tonight she turned her torso until she could grip his antler in her hand. Tugging him away from the place that frightened and intrigued her in equal measure. Cheek bucking up even as she tried to coax him away. ”Drop your pants.” She tempted. Wiggling backwards so that she could slip from bed to floor. Either way she would be happy. If he held her still and took what he wanted. Or if he let her go to lick him into full erectness.

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Re: Meddler [CW]
« Reply #5 on: December 29, 2018, 04:30:31 PM »

Fire in his blood. This time it was pleasantly fierce. Not the murderous heat of the killing fields, but a close cousin. Violence just on the other side of a wrong step. But for now, Bannick chased pleasure in the form of Steadfast. Down the hall, past glimpses of rooms that had no pull on him just then. Into the bedroom he shared with her when he stayed.

She tried to escape him just inside the door. An energetic bound that made her braids bounce around her antlers and the fly away ends of her hair tease his nose. Of course she didn’t really want to escape, and Bannick knew so, otherwise he would have had to hurt her. Instead he caught her hard at him and thigh, driving her into the bed. Growling as she whined, tusks slipping against her skin rather than into it.

”Ow.” Bannick repeated, head dipping toward her pulling. His hands tightened on her hips, settling possessively, and helping her slide backward. ”Owowow.” He rumbled, kissing her face now that she had turned toward him. And then her armpit, and the smooth side of her breast, sucking at the skin while he loosed one hip to work his pants free. Bannick stroked the hardness he found there, brushing the head against her thigh with a growl.

”Let go.” He demanded against her tit, sucking at it again and pulling his antler from her grip. ”And be still.” Shield passed over his tusks so they were soft rather than dangerous, Bannick pulled back, and then stuffed his face in the wedge of her thighs. A wet breath in, tongue delving through thick curls to taste her. Flicking the tight bud at the apex. Up, up. Between the cheeks she bucked at him too. So sensitive! One day, he hoped, she’d let him bury his cock there too.

But tonight he wanted easy. Rubbing himself against her dark curls until they parted. She parted. Breathing ragged against her shoulder. Hand kneading her hip. He bit the rise of her shoulder blade and pulled her back onto him. Thigh to thigh. His other hand settling on her hip as he pressed his face to the hollow between her shoulders, antlers framing hers. And then he thrust. And thrust again. Laying claim to her, as deep as he could, hips rocking into her even though he was already buried to hilt. Dragging her backward into him when it didn’t feel hard or tight enough.

Was she wet for him or the man pawing at her before Bannick arrived? Was it the violence or the thrill of getting caught? He leaned over her, letting go of her to cup her pelvis, fingers circling her clit. Then he put his teeth to the back of her neck. Because she was his. Fingers working lower until his palm-heel rubbed her and he fed her with both his spear and fingers. Curious how much she could take.

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« Reply #6 on: December 29, 2018, 09:18:11 PM »
Eyes narrowing ever so slightly Steadfast bit the grin from her bottom lip. Sucking the soft skin between her teeth as he gripped her by either hip. Face coming closer so that their mouth’s brushed. Her lip released with a pop so he could have it a moment before he wandered off again. She flexed her fingers around the thick prong of antler she held. Not pulling anymore, but holding tight still.

The air from his nose tickled as it rushed across her skin. Nuzzling at the side of her breast. Nipple pulled toward his hungry lips by the suction he plied the skin with. But he didn’t take the tender bud. She almost pressed him too it but he rocked. Silky spear tip rolling free of its foreskin against her thigh. A sweet distraction. She wanted to fit it into the back of her throat and watch his eyes roll back.

What Bannick needed then was not the talent of her tongue, however. After the killing field he needed submission. To claim her. Mark her. Possess her. He always had, since the day they first met. But now it was a matter of pleasure or pain. And which way the delicate balance of the two they were about to strike would fall.

Fingers slipping down his cheek to his chest she stayed half turned. ”Yes husband.” He had lost the right to make her bow willfully. Heart to heavy for that now. Steadfast planned to raise her son until he was a man so she submitted in the ways she could. Head lowered to the bed, neck craned to see him as he pinned her again. Face turning to the blankets to muffle groans as he slid down her body. Butt on the edge of the mattress. Knees spread just enough for his face to fit to the crux of her sex. Toes flexing on the rug as he dipped his tongue in. Flitting it over her needy center for too brief a second. Then the sound in her throat turned to a worried moan. Ass perking up as he slinked there too. She jerked a knee away. Up unto the bed so she could climb away and clench herself shut but his hands were strong on her hip bones. It only spread her for him and let his tongue hit the tight ring she was trying to keep him from. Steadfast choked on her own tongue at the shock of unfamiliar touching and taboo pleasure.

One misstep, she reminded herself. That was all it would take to turn him back to violence. It was only a taste. If she lay still he would only hurt her in the ways she enjoyed. So Steadfast took a calming breath. Ten of them. Twenty. Kissed his forehead when he leaned in to mark her shoulder with his teeth. Their antlers brushing as he covered her from behind. She was still, as he had instructed. Ready when the thrust came.

Filled in one breath stopping move of muscle. Hands curling into the blanket she said words. His name maybe, or a plea for more. Whatever they were the sounds devolved to mindless panting as he brought them fully together. Not an inch more to give. Steadfast arched her back skyward. Held fast and pulled back on him so that he felt deeper without actually getting deeper.

It was glorious. Letting him drive the sense out of her head. So that she didn’t have to think about how much she hurt all of the time. Eyes only glimmers of white as lay there taking what he had to give. The best part would be tomorrow. When she was sore and every squeeze of the muscles he pounded tonight reminded her that he had been there. Thinking only of her.

He was in a wild mood too. It made her want more. Hand finding her most sensitive place. She squeezed one hand up between the bed and her chest. Pinching a nipple to roll between thumb and forefinger while he made circles in the place that counted most. Spear filling her until she could feel him hitting the base of her womb. Driving little gasps of almost pain from her lips when he leaned in. To bite her again!

Steadfast bucked but there was nowhere to go. His body a vice pinning her to bed as his teeth held her down. ”Yes, yes, yes.” She panted senselessly. That was the way. The way to take her over the edge. Her bucking stopped as she adjusted to the sharp hold of his teeth at the base of her skull. It was erotic and possessive in a way she wanted so badly it made her soul quiver. And her knees. Ass perking up again as he shifted his hand. Fingers curious at the spot where they were joined. She felt him on the swell of her lips. Then slipping around the shaft of his own spear. Making her breath shallow and quick as he worked to slip the first one in.

Face buried in the sheet she screeched. Toes curled tight and heels locking behind his thighs. It was not painful. Not that first one. Or the second. Just a heavy feeling that made her head spin. Stretched from full to stuffed. ”No Bannick!” She groaned as he teased the thought of fitting another. She couldn't take it. She couldn’t. It would tear her open and he’d know how much she liked it. The sensation hovered between burning and orgasmic. Leaving her riding a hard cusp between them. Spine shivering and ass jerking to get closer and away at the same time.

Reaching down she fondled passed his hand. Happy to ride the heel of his hand while he explored her depths. She went lower than the slick section where his spear parted her. Palm turning up to cup the hard rocks on either side. Balls drawn up so tight she could barely feel them through the skin of his scrotum. She rubbed anyway. Tried to pluck them away from his body. And returned his curiosity about her ass by tracing the thick seam of his sack as far back as her fingers could reach.

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Re: Meddler [CW]
« Reply #7 on: December 29, 2018, 10:20:10 PM »

Yes, yes, yes. Bannick rumbled, thumbs stroking as he gave her everything he could. How could he not when she liked it so much? So, so, so much. ”Ah, Steady.” The only thing about him she loved anymore was this. So he gave her all of it. And when she’d had every inch her ground in more. And when that wasn’t enough, Bannick found another way to fill her, smiling fierce around his tusks as she bucked and quivered.

So wet it was easy to get in. First one, and then another. Steadfast buried her face in the bed and wailed, but there was no high note of pain. At least not enough of it for him to stop. Spear sliding over his own knuckles and out again. So full. Bannick bit harder, tongue licking at her. No? No. He did not put in the last, but curled the ones he had, catching her sex in his hand almost like an enemy. Steadfast writhed. Bannick thrust faster, feeling his own body priming for release. She just felt too damn good, wild beneath him.

”Wanton.” Teeth and lips on her neck. Bannick bit the hair at the back of her head. Her hands felt so good. So, so, good. She’d always been wild and curious in bed and Bannick did not have the heart to deny her, even if it made his stomach crawl upward. He was still too hot. She was still too good. Hip relinquished he grabbed a tit instead. Squeezing it away from her breast bone to roll it in his fingers. ”Perfect.” He groaned, dick twitching. Too perfect.

”Steady!” He bit at her, teeth glancing off her skull until his mouth was full of braid. Knees on the bed so he could drive himself into her. Bury his cock and his seed as deep as he could. She could try and pluck his balls from the pooling heat of his body all she wanted. Or tease him as he’d teased her. Whatever she wanted as long as she took it all.

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« Reply #8 on: December 30, 2018, 12:30:29 AM »

”Say it again.” She begged. There was nothing greater than the swell of her heart when said her name like that. She could almost believe he really did care. Almost.

But he didn’t say it. He laid sweet torture on her body so that she could pull her mind away from the horror in her soul a while. Driving her mad with fingers, spear and mouth. Biting her to stillness as his tongue tickled the skin he’d latch onto. She worried for a moment he would try anyway, to squeeze all of his fingers into her cunt. It was greedy, and needy but not enough of those things for that! Her body tensed for pain, sure that was the only reason he would tighten his jaw. Bannick took mercy on her instead. A cruel sort of mercy that left her begging.

Not with her mouth, it wouldn’t work to form words any more. No. She begged with her body. Taught and leaning into him. Knees spreading wider on the bed as his fingers worked inside her. Turning in to stroke sensitive places that were only used to the rough thrusts and quick glides of his smooth spearhead. It made her an animal. All that pressure. All that touching in just the right places. Hips wiggling and toes cramping she grunted as he picked up speed. Hips cocking up to take it all.

Hands eager to delight him as much as he did her. She almost stopped as he slipped an ugly word like a noose around her neck. Wanton! Why didn’t he just say slut? She choked on her own spit and the hard lump of emotion that lived chronically in her throat. Always ready to spill over in rage or tears. It was true. Mother Night help her the man literally had her by the cunt and she loved it. Slut slut slut! She would have hated him if she didn’t love him so much. Maybe that was why he kept her. To do all the filthy things he couldn’t count on the rest to allow.

Leaning up against his chest as he teased hers into aching hardness. Nipples so tight already they felt like blistering beads. From that position she almost had a breast for him to fondle. Just enough fat beneath the nipple for him to grab. ”Shush!” She hissed. Wanton. Perfect. He couldn’t make up his mind and she couldn’t do it for him.

Bannick stepped forward to put his knees on the bed. The pressure built. Steadfast could feel it in the pit of her stomach. Molten pleasure like carbonation in a bottle. He shook her and shook her. Teeth on her head. In her hair. Drilling down on her now as he came closer and she lifted her ass higher. Riding up his spear as he shoved it down into her. His fingers pressed in deeper too, knuckles making her raw. She caught him up in one hand. Trapping his testes in her palm. Kneading them as they emptied into her. She could feel them twitching between her fingers. His sex sounds hot in her ears as she tried to stay balanced. His thrusting nearly pushing her over into a forward roll. The heel of his hand digging in tight until she couldn’t take any more.

On a dry sob she rose up to meet him one more time. Throwing her body against his before it trembled in a wet orgasm. His spear felt like a brick inside of her as she clenched and spasmed around it. ”Ban…” She let go of his hot sack. Wet now from the intensity of her release. A small wet spot forming on the quilt as it dripped down her legs. ”Mother Night I love you you bastard.” Body tired she stayed there shivering. Waiting to see what happened next. They had never fucked hot on the heels of murder. He was a needy man, though. As needy as his bitter little wife. And you couldn’t just put him away well ridden and wet. He might need soft petting. Or to torment her body more while his recovered. If she gave in to the temporary exhaustion he might very well go out to find a wife that could do him better.

Bannick

    Sapphire to Gray
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: dergon

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Re: Meddler [CW]
« Reply #9 on: December 30, 2018, 08:11:21 AM »

So angry! Even now when he could feel the pleasure cresting in her body. Arching under him and filling his palm with her breast. Bannick rumbled, but was quiet. Putting his feelings into his thrusts instead of words. Steadfast liked that better, ass leaping to meet him. So, so eager. Bannick breathed hot pants into her hair. He wanted to make her feel so good it hurt. Or hurt her so good she liked it.

And Steadfast did. Body working against his to work with it. Fingers teasing him, nails making his balls and ass flinch, but he liked it. Body bucking down into her upward thrusts. Driving her into the bed and thrusting them both toward the edge. Unable to stand it. She was too wet and needy, hands sweet on his balls. Bannick but down hard on her braid and filled her, twitching in her hand and her cunt. He grunted, squeezing her.

He didn’t stop. Body twitching now that the pleasure had turned sharp after orgasm. He wouldn’t stop either until he knew she was satisfied. Sobbing into the blankets beneath him and sucking him deeper into her body, which flinched around his spear and fingers. The sensation was intense and sweet. Just as sweet as the musk in the air and her words on her lips. ”I love you too, baby.”

He could feel her orgasm slipping between his fingers and pooling in the palm of his hand. Their bodies slick everywhere they touched from sweat and wetness. Practically purring, he rubbed his cheek against her hair, damp from his saliva. So soft and pliant under him, even with her body bent into a bow beneath him. Stroking her sides and ass cheeks, Bannick leaned back, thumbs circling her thighs as he watched his cock slip from her, glistening it was so wet.

”Fuck.” He licked her spine and then flipped her over, hands gentle and arms strong to brace her body in the turn. Laying her out in front of him, Bannick looked her over, eyes drinking in the red buds of her nipples and the soft slope of her stomach. His thumb brushed the damp curls between her thighs, and then the hollow of her belly button. Leaning over her, he claimed her mouth, tongue sweeping in. His, his. Ah. She tasted so sweet.

From her mouth he moved down to kiss her nipples. Each one. Then stretched out over her again, arms sliding beneath her shoulders. ”Are you hurt?” He asked, hip in the wet spot on the bed. She was still so wet. It would be easy to wrap his mouth around her breast and try to slip a finger in her. She was wet enough she might not notice. Sighing, he pressed his face to her neck and decided against it.

Steadfast

  • Inactive Character
  • Hearth Widow
  • Bannick's Bitter Bride
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Re: Meddler [CW]
« Reply #10 on: December 30, 2018, 11:31:35 AM »
Steadfast had never wanted to believe anything so badly. ”I know. I know you think you do.” Whispered words clipped by the force of his thrust she submitted. To the hard gush of pleasure that slammed into her body and rippled back out in muscle twitching ecstasy. To her husband’s unintentional lie. To the way pretending it was true eased a measure of the agony always pouring out of her heart. He did think he loved her, and maybe someday she would be enough for it to be true. Maybe. Maybe.

But she doubted it. He loved himself, and his own wants, too much. More than he could care about anyone else. That was the nature of a warlord prince. Rare treasure to the Cervini. Allowed whatever he pleased so that he’d never really learned to appreciate anything.

They had fought over the phrase a thousand times in the last seven years. Or Steadfast had tried. Hissing and snarling for him not to say such cruel things. Not to her. It cut her when he did, but he just laughed and said them anyway. Tonight she just wanted easy. So she let it ache in a heart that felt hollow from longing. Body slick and accepting. Fingers leaving her first, then his softened spear. Hips wiggling at the slimy feeling as it worked free. To Steady it felt like something to cover with a towel. That was probably the hearthwitch in her. Bannick seemed to like the view. Eating her up.

Sighing languidly she leaned into the brush of his tongue. Then gasped as he flipped her frontside up. Unexpected and fast. It made her clench, and she liked the way the heaviness in her pelvis lingered even though they’d parted. Instinctively she rested her palms over her chest. He looked at her like he wanted to take a bite. So she let her hands slip away. Watched him look at the rosy points they had both pinched to redness. And only shifted a little as his eyes moved lower to the flat plane of her stomach before it dipped down to meet the hair lined mound around her sex. Small pale scars made a stripe under her navel and another up by ribs. Faded now but evidence that she had given him a strong son. They made her shy but not as much as the smattering of very different marks on her back did. He wasn’t looking at her old wounds, though. He was looking at his recent handiwork.

Legs unwinding she pulled him closer when he leaned in. So warm and strong. She rested her ankles behind his knees. Arms around his neck so she could reach his antlers from the back. Face turning in to his kiss. Tongue tickled before he broke away again. Never there long enough. She pressed into his mouth when he sank lower too. Body already aching for more. Insatiable. Wanton. Slut. Steady calmed her breathing and stroked her fingers through his hair. ”I’m so glad you came home. I thought.. I would have to kill him. And Harrow would kill me.” She admitted, rather than answer his question.

Yes she was hurt. She always hurt.

Sometimes it was just a sweet physical ache instead of burning emptiness. For a little while they lay there with their bodies tangled. Both drifting in and out of sleep. Before dawn Steadfast wriggled until he rolled off. Mouth seeking the spear it had been hungry for before. They fucked again. And she didn't know if it was during that time or the first, but when she went to clean the mess in her living room there was only a pile of ash left. Swept into a glass jar and presented to their queen with apologies and explanations.
 

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