"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.
He huffs, annoyed at her laughing at him, and then bites her nipple. Hard enough to hurt but not to break the delicate skin.
He backs up, still facing her so she can't get him when his back is turned, and bends down to pick up the cut ropes on the floor. He moves back to her and deftly ties her wrists together. He then looks for something to tie her to. He opens the cabinet doors slightly to reveal the vertical piece of wood between them that acts as a doorstop, and ties her wrists to that. He imagines slamming the cabinet doors onto her wrists and breaking them, but he's not going to do that. He's trying to be... Good, or something.
Nina was putting a lot of trust in a man who had tried to (and would if given the chance) kill her before. But maybe that was the point. Maybe this whole arrangement could be less painful (to a degree) if they just fucking worked together.
She grunted with the bite and let him tie her arms up, a quick glance and a sharp tug assuring that she was secure enough. Nina still had access to her legs though, and if she needed to, she would use them. "Feel better?" Now big bad Nina couldn't punch him in the throat.
He grunts a begrudging affirmative. Yes, it is easier to do this when he knows she won't attack him, not with her hands or a weapon at least. If she kicks him, that's fine, he supposes.
He looks at her torso, now littered with bite marks. He has no knife to cut her with; she and Jeritza must have confiscated that. Irritating. He instead scratches her hard, down the center of her midsection, and then grabs her hips, digging his nails in hard as he yanks them forward to grind against his own.
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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
"Ha." She snorted out a laugh and ground herself hard into him. "So nice of you to ask. Go ahead."
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He backs up, still facing her so she can't get him when his back is turned, and bends down to pick up the cut ropes on the floor. He moves back to her and deftly ties her wrists together. He then looks for something to tie her to. He opens the cabinet doors slightly to reveal the vertical piece of wood between them that acts as a doorstop, and ties her wrists to that. He imagines slamming the cabinet doors onto her wrists and breaking them, but he's not going to do that. He's trying to be... Good, or something.
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She grunted with the bite and let him tie her arms up, a quick glance and a sharp tug assuring that she was secure enough. Nina still had access to her legs though, and if she needed to, she would use them. "Feel better?" Now big bad Nina couldn't punch him in the throat.
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He looks at her torso, now littered with bite marks. He has no knife to cut her with; she and Jeritza must have confiscated that. Irritating. He instead scratches her hard, down the center of her midsection, and then grabs her hips, digging his nails in hard as he yanks them forward to grind against his own.
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