“How dare you touch me,” he said in an eerily calm voice and she was grabbing at his robes, trying to get into his pocket to get the Skooma. He snatched her wrists, twisting them painfully and she fell to her knees before him, shouting and cursing. She tried kicking him, hitting him, whatever just to inflict some sort of pain on the insufferable bastard and hopefully get the stupid bottle of Skooma back when he lifted her off the ground and slammed her hard into her wardrobe knocking her senseless.
She went slack in his hands, her vision clouding and he pulled her back to do it again, the studs that lined the wood cracking against her skull. She let out a gasp of pain, choking for a second and he loomed over her.
“You little bitch,” he hissed and she jerked in response. “Now you’re really going to get it!”
“Give… me back… my bottle…” she coughed out and he grabbed her throat, squeezing to the point where her eyes rolled back, a bright light filling her vision as if beckoning her to go towards it but he let go. She collapsed on the ground, retching for a second then swallowing the air around her, coughing as she did. He stood above her watching silently. Once she pushed herself up on her hands he grabbed her hair and yanked her up onto her knees.
She hissed and spit at the pain and he pushed her head against him. It was only when his grip lessened did she realize what was going on. She was right at level with his lower body.
“I’ll give you back your bottle,” he said in a cold tone from above. “If you convince me to.”
“Y… You’re sick!” she said in a gravelly voice, her throat now sore. He fisted her hair and pulled back hard making her cry out.
“Don’t think I want you, you disgusting girl! You are way below my level of superiority! I am giving you a chance to redeem yourself!”
She panted from beneath him, both becoming silent but there was doubt in her heart that was mixing with the pain in her body.
“What’s the catch,” she said quietly. He said nothing and she found herself breathing out, trying to calm herself. He lessened his grip on her hair but he reached down and pulled his robes up a bit. She looked away in embarrassment.
“Get started.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat. Slowly she turned back, her hands shaking as she did and he lifted up his robes showing her the thin cloth that covered him. She stared at it, biting her lip but still did not move. He slapped her and she hissed at him but got the message. She reached out and hooked her fingers on the thin fabric and pulled down.
She avoided looking at it, her cheeks flushing red and when she caught his eye, the grin on his face one of amusement and smugness she found herself scowling. “You’re not that impressive.”
“Please. Your lies aren’t needed,” he said and she felt her ears burn. She stared at it again, feeling her heart pound and she hated to admit it – absolutely hated it – but he was large, even flaccid. Nelacar wasn’t even the length he was and he could barely fit in her at the best of times. She found herself pressing her thighs together at the thought. Hopefully the bastard would only want oral.
“Get started!” he commanded and she closed her eyes, supressing her rage. She shifted closer to him, grabbing his cock and he let some sparks fly from his fingertips. “Don’t get cute. Hurt me and I’ll flay the flesh from your body.”
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Drop Dead [4/?]
Date: 2014-01-16 07:40 pm (UTC)She went slack in his hands, her vision clouding and he pulled her back to do it again, the studs that lined the wood cracking against her skull. She let out a gasp of pain, choking for a second and he loomed over her.
“You little bitch,” he hissed and she jerked in response. “Now you’re really going to get it!”
“Give… me back… my bottle…” she coughed out and he grabbed her throat, squeezing to the point where her eyes rolled back, a bright light filling her vision as if beckoning her to go towards it but he let go. She collapsed on the ground, retching for a second then swallowing the air around her, coughing as she did. He stood above her watching silently. Once she pushed herself up on her hands he grabbed her hair and yanked her up onto her knees.
She hissed and spit at the pain and he pushed her head against him. It was only when his grip lessened did she realize what was going on. She was right at level with his lower body.
“I’ll give you back your bottle,” he said in a cold tone from above. “If you convince me to.”
“Y… You’re sick!” she said in a gravelly voice, her throat now sore. He fisted her hair and pulled back hard making her cry out.
“Don’t think I want you, you disgusting girl! You are way below my level of superiority! I am giving you a chance to redeem yourself!”
She panted from beneath him, both becoming silent but there was doubt in her heart that was mixing with the pain in her body.
“What’s the catch,” she said quietly. He said nothing and she found herself breathing out, trying to calm herself. He lessened his grip on her hair but he reached down and pulled his robes up a bit. She looked away in embarrassment.
“Get started.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat. Slowly she turned back, her hands shaking as she did and he lifted up his robes showing her the thin cloth that covered him. She stared at it, biting her lip but still did not move. He slapped her and she hissed at him but got the message. She reached out and hooked her fingers on the thin fabric and pulled down.
She avoided looking at it, her cheeks flushing red and when she caught his eye, the grin on his face one of amusement and smugness she found herself scowling. “You’re not that impressive.”
“Please. Your lies aren’t needed,” he said and she felt her ears burn. She stared at it again, feeling her heart pound and she hated to admit it – absolutely hated it – but he was large, even flaccid. Nelacar wasn’t even the length he was and he could barely fit in her at the best of times. She found herself pressing her thighs together at the thought. Hopefully the bastard would only want oral.
“Get started!” he commanded and she closed her eyes, supressing her rage. She shifted closer to him, grabbing his cock and he let some sparks fly from his fingertips. “Don’t get cute. Hurt me and I’ll flay the flesh from your body.”
She exhaled. “Whatever.”