"I will get your permission, then. Just do not expect me to read your mind. I have no sense of what you find humiliating. If it needs to stop, just say that."
She allowed him to fuck her, so he thought she must be fine with it.
Asking permission feels degrading, but he used to do such things with Her Majesty, because she offered him something in return. As long as Nina does not think she's above him, it should be fine.
"Fine. I had no plans to have sex at all." Not even with her. But that went sideways. He does find it odd that she would feel jealous of him fucking someone else, but then, he finds most emotions odd. Especially hers. Her relentless caring. Disgusting.
It wasn't... entirely his fault, honestly. Nina had a lot of confusing feelings during the whole ordeal, and he was right, he couldn't read her mind, but sometimes even she couldn't understand why her brain worked the way it did. Being tortured and enduring the pain of it was one thing; being shoved down and fucked by a man ripping into her flesh when she didn't agree to all that was another, whether she wanted to fuck him or not.
"Looks like plans changed. I'd consider your options — you were far easier to deal with after we fucked." She'd make a joke about post-nut clarity, but it would be lost on him. "Hypothetically, if I let you go right now — what's your plan?"
Nina spun the knife between her fingers, glancing down at her handiwork. Didn't go nearly as far as she thought she might, but there was an odd swelling of pride in seeing her initial carved into his chest.
"And?" She asked. "Can't imagine you're just going to sit around after that. Or would you let Jeritza back out?" A beat. "I'm not going to lie, you being reasonable and civil is actually making you more attractive."
"I mean. If you want." She said with a shrug, knife set under the ropes around his chest and thrust upward to cut them. She leaned back to stand and help sit him up enough to cut the bindings on his wrist. "I feel like our mutual understanding has been very beneficial to our relationship. If not, I'll just wait for Jeritza to come back."
Look. She was horny while hurting him and, somehow, him being reasonable was also pretty hot.
He grunts softly as he sits up and slowly moves his arms, which are stiff, sore, and numb. His left shoulder hurts where she stabbed him, and will hurt even more when it isn't numb anymore. He moves them carefully, looking down at himself. Shirtless and covered in blood.
"You're quick to move from torture to fucking, girl. Careful, you don't want to be accused of being like me."
His hands lay limp on his lap for a while as they wake up. The pins and needles feel worse than being stabbed, almost.
"I'll see how I feel after I examine the fucking brand you gave me."
"No one really said I wasn't." She admitted, pressing her fingers into his shoulders — away from the wounds and into his muscles. Only for a few seconds, figuring he wouldn't suffer more than that, even if she was helping. "Difference is I don't kill people... usually. Get the same rush of adrenaline from fighting as I do fucking though, that's all." At least she was self-aware.
She stood up again, knife tucked away safely on her person, over to the sink to wet a cloth she had already brought out... for Jeritza. But whatever.
"A brand for a brand." She said, handing him the damp, warm cloth. "Let me get rid of mine and you can get rid of yours."
Love. Disgusting. Care for innocents. Disgusting. She's ridiculous.
"Oh, cry me a fucking river," he mutters, looking down at his stab wound. It's fucking deep, still bleeding profusely. He presses the cloth hard against it, grimacing. It would be great if he still had his healing power.
Nina glanced down at him, watching for a moment before she moved closer, hand on his shoulder so she could send a pulse of healing magic through him. Thanks, random potion she drank without question.
Good enough to close the wound and stop the bleeding. Not good enough to hide the scar.
He sounds unimpressed, but that at least makes more sense.
He gets up, walking to the bathroom and shutting the door. He cleans the last of the blood off of himself, looking at the brand on his chest. N. Bile rises in his throat. Disgusting, enraging. He'll erase it, but the gall of that girl...
Torturing him, and now she wants to fuck. None of it is anything he couldn't be accused of himself, but he's... Different from her. From everyone. He's something else, not a standard others should hold themselves to, not a level they should stoop to.
Well, biting her does sound fun.
He comes back out, crossing his arms and staring at her.
By the time he returned, Nina was sitting on the kitchen counter, staring out the window over the sink. The whole torturing the knight thing had been... less fun than she anticipated once he actually started talking to her like, you know, a person. And it was a lot easier to treat him like shit when she could only see a monster hurting someone she loved.
And there was that whole thing, too. Nina was about to spiral about it when she felt eyes on her and looked over at him. "What?"
"You wanted to..." He grimaces, waves a hand. All of this is so... Awkward. He doesn't want to have to proposition Nina for sex, but she won't allow him without permission.
"Right." She cleared her throat but did not move from the counter. "Come here then, if you're interested." Nina tugged her shirt off, glancing down to the splotches of blood drying on her skin from earlier. "You don't strike me as a big foreplay guy..."
He moves slowly toward her, looking at her body. His gaze mangetizes to the blood splotches. He feels neutral about her body in itself, but he does crave to see her blood...
"Depends on the type of foreplay, I suppose..."
He doesn't know how to start this. What to do. It feels different now that it's all consensual and he isn't enraged and needing to hurt her.
Nina spread her legs and reached for him, pulled him close and hooked a leg around his hip.
"Kissing, for one, but I don't care if you bite or whatever." She offered. "Didn't get soaked carving you up like I thought I might, although I can't say I'm bone dry either." She was... more wet than she should have been, really, but Nina always did enjoy violence to a slightly different degree than he did.
How the turn tables. Nina should not be enjoying his hesitation as much as she was, but here they are.
She parted her lips without hesitation, relaxed herself on the counter with one hand resting on his shoulder and the other braced with her palm slightly behind her. If he wanted to bite, she wasn't going to stop him.
He doesn't enjoy kissing someone he doesn't even like, but at least he doesn't hate her as much as he used to. He indulges her for a few moments, then bites her lip and kisses down her jaw to her neck, where he begins to sink his teeth in, though this time not hard enough to break her skin. He leaves bites down the side of her neck, to her trap muscle, then her shoulder.
He starts to get into it, pulling her hips closer to grind into them.
There was a moment or two of uncomfortable tension; body prepared to take some onslaught of pain that never came. His biting was far more tame this time around, and she was almost disappointed he didn't bite down harder. Almost.
He still had her moaning, the promise of lingering marks that wouldn't immediately raise red flags making heat roil in her core. She leaned her head back, raised a hand to tangle into his hair as she scooted closer and rolled her hips into him.
He keeps worrying her skin between his teeth, relishing in the sensation of it. She's moaning, but he at least knows that it hurts too. He grabs the hand that isn't in his hair and pins it up against the cabinet, his mouth moving lower.
"Shall I give you a taste of your medicine? Tie your whore ass up." His voice is a growl against her skin.
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She allowed him to fuck her, so he thought she must be fine with it.
Asking permission feels degrading, but he used to do such things with Her Majesty, because she offered him something in return. As long as Nina does not think she's above him, it should be fine.
"Fine. I had no plans to have sex at all." Not even with her. But that went sideways. He does find it odd that she would feel jealous of him fucking someone else, but then, he finds most emotions odd. Especially hers. Her relentless caring. Disgusting.
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It wasn't... entirely his fault, honestly. Nina had a lot of confusing feelings during the whole ordeal, and he was right, he couldn't read her mind, but sometimes even she couldn't understand why her brain worked the way it did. Being tortured and enduring the pain of it was one thing; being shoved down and fucked by a man ripping into her flesh when she didn't agree to all that was another, whether she wanted to fuck him or not.
"Looks like plans changed. I'd consider your options — you were far easier to deal with after we fucked." She'd make a joke about post-nut clarity, but it would be lost on him. "Hypothetically, if I let you go right now — what's your plan?"
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"Well, first I would have to wait for my arms to stop being numb."
The tingling was quite uncomfortable, and now he cannot feel them at all, other than his aching shoulders that have been wrenched back.
"Then, probably clean myself up."
It doesn't seem in his best interest to attack her right after they've made a deal. He can be civil, when he wants to be.
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"And?" She asked. "Can't imagine you're just going to sit around after that. Or would you let Jeritza back out?" A beat. "I'm not going to lie, you being reasonable and civil is actually making you more attractive."
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"I have no particular plans. What, are you asking if I'm going to fuck you?"
He thought she was trying to make sure he wouldn't hurt her. Now she's calling him attractive...?
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"I mean. If you want." She said with a shrug, knife set under the ropes around his chest and thrust upward to cut them. She leaned back to stand and help sit him up enough to cut the bindings on his wrist. "I feel like our mutual understanding has been very beneficial to our relationship. If not, I'll just wait for Jeritza to come back."
Look. She was horny while hurting him and, somehow, him being reasonable was also pretty hot.
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"You're quick to move from torture to fucking, girl. Careful, you don't want to be accused of being like me."
His hands lay limp on his lap for a while as they wake up. The pins and needles feel worse than being stabbed, almost.
"I'll see how I feel after I examine the fucking brand you gave me."
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She stood up again, knife tucked away safely on her person, over to the sink to wet a cloth she had already brought out... for Jeritza. But whatever.
"A brand for a brand." She said, handing him the damp, warm cloth. "Let me get rid of mine and you can get rid of yours."
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His expression turns puzzled as she touches him and hands him a cloth. What are they, friends now? Tch.
He ignores the continued needles in his hands and starts to clean the blood off himself with the cloth.
"Fine. I don't care," he grumbles. The brand was mostly fun to give, a short-term rush of power, not something he actually really cares about.
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No way he wouldn't.
"— not to mention innocent people." She added quickly.
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"Oh, cry me a fucking river," he mutters, looking down at his stab wound. It's fucking deep, still bleeding profusely. He presses the cloth hard against it, grimacing. It would be great if he still had his healing power.
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Nina glanced down at him, watching for a moment before she moved closer, hand on his shoulder so she could send a pulse of healing magic through him. Thanks, random potion she drank without question.
Good enough to close the wound and stop the bleeding. Not good enough to hide the scar.
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"I will never understand you, girl."
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He sounds unimpressed, but that at least makes more sense.
He gets up, walking to the bathroom and shutting the door. He cleans the last of the blood off of himself, looking at the brand on his chest. N. Bile rises in his throat. Disgusting, enraging. He'll erase it, but the gall of that girl...
Torturing him, and now she wants to fuck. None of it is anything he couldn't be accused of himself, but he's... Different from her. From everyone. He's something else, not a standard others should hold themselves to, not a level they should stoop to.
Well, biting her does sound fun.
He comes back out, crossing his arms and staring at her.
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And there was that whole thing, too. Nina was about to spiral about it when she felt eyes on her and looked over at him. "What?"
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"Right." She cleared her throat but did not move from the counter. "Come here then, if you're interested." Nina tugged her shirt off, glancing down to the splotches of blood drying on her skin from earlier. "You don't strike me as a big foreplay guy..."
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"Depends on the type of foreplay, I suppose..."
He doesn't know how to start this. What to do. It feels different now that it's all consensual and he isn't enraged and needing to hurt her.
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"Kissing, for one, but I don't care if you bite or whatever." She offered. "Didn't get soaked carving you up like I thought I might, although I can't say I'm bone dry either." She was... more wet than she should have been, really, but Nina always did enjoy violence to a slightly different degree than he did.
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He assumes she's talking about blood in terms of wet and dry.
Kissing... He can endure if he's allowed to bite.
"Fine."
He pushes his lips into hers, slightly repulsed but pushing through it so they can get to a part he likes more.
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She parted her lips without hesitation, relaxed herself on the counter with one hand resting on his shoulder and the other braced with her palm slightly behind her. If he wanted to bite, she wasn't going to stop him.
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He starts to get into it, pulling her hips closer to grind into them.
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He still had her moaning, the promise of lingering marks that wouldn't immediately raise red flags making heat roil in her core. She leaned her head back, raised a hand to tangle into his hair as she scooted closer and rolled her hips into him.
Cw back to sexist shit again lol
"Shall I give you a taste of your medicine? Tie your whore ass up." His voice is a growl against her skin.
Stay classy dk
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