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.
Nina grit her teeth, hissing out her pain as his nails raked hard against her skin. Superior to being cut open and far more bearable. And a nice contrast to the heat burning in her core as she ground herself into him.
Her hiss and the raised marks that immediately appear are both arousing. Her torso is splayed open, her arms no doubt uncomfortably twisted behind her head. He grinds into her hard as he leans forward to sink another bite into her shoulder. The relieving pressure makes him exhale a soft groan against her skin. This is no torture, no murder, there isn't any blood, but it's enough to get him worked up. It's enough to make him want to let off the steam in a different way. He fumbles to unbuckle his belt and open his pants, pulling out his cock to rub it directly against her slick folds. The sensation pulls another sound out of him.
The only downfall to having her hands tied up (besides the ache in her shoulders), was that she couldn't touch herself, knowing full well the Death Knight wouldn't care about getting her off. Whatever. She would just do it later — or be ballsy and ask Jeritza to.
Nina sighed and rocked her hips, grinding into his cock with a needy little noise.
Something about her sexual whimpering does have its appeal. How pathetic and desperate it is reminds him of those who would plead with him for their lives or to make the pain end.
He wishes he had some of her blood for lube, but it's just as well that it hurts her going in somewhat dry. He spits on his hand and strokes himself a few times, then lines up to insert himself. Then he pauses, remembering that he's supposed to ask her. It seems like a given, since she mentioned wanting it earlier, but...
Nina was already lifting her hips, likely more wet than he would have liked her to be. The question was... surprising. At this point she figured he would just do whatever since she had given him permission earlier.
"Yes." She breathed. "I'll be more pissed if you don't fuck me at this point."
Strange girl. He raises a brow, but strokes a couple more times and inserts himself, fairly slowly this time, not shoving in quite so hard. He exhales audibly at the sensation, pressure and heat and wet folds slipping around him.
It isn't long after he's in and pushed to the hilt that he begins to thrust into her, pounding hard and fast, holding onto her hips as he does.
Between the firm grip he had on her hips and the bindings around her wrists, Nina could not offer much save the low moans of pleasure that rippled through her. The scratches and bites he had left on her ached, but seemed dull in comparison to the fullness of his cock inside her. Nina hooked a leg around his hip, heel digging into his ass.
He leans over her and reaches behind her head, grasping a handful of her hair close to the root and pulling on it. He gets very close to her face and watches it intensely, noticing even the smallest signs of pain as he grips tighter on her hair and digs his nails again into her hip. All the while, he's fucking her at a steady pace. He pulls her lower lip between his teeth, biting down enough to make it bleed slightly into his mouth, the taste of blood making him growl and thrust harder.
Nina grimaced, hissing out her pain as a few strands of hair were pulled from her scalp. Wood creaked when her wrists pulled against it, reflex making her want to smack him away when he bit her. Instead Nina just dug her heel in harder, whining when she caught the taste of blood on her tongue. Asshole. At least the dick was still good.
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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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Nina sighed and rocked her hips, grinding into his cock with a needy little noise.
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He wishes he had some of her blood for lube, but it's just as well that it hurts her going in somewhat dry. He spits on his hand and strokes himself a few times, then lines up to insert himself. Then he pauses, remembering that he's supposed to ask her. It seems like a given, since she mentioned wanting it earlier, but...
"Is this... Acceptable to you?"
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"Yes." She breathed. "I'll be more pissed if you don't fuck me at this point."
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It isn't long after he's in and pushed to the hilt that he begins to thrust into her, pounding hard and fast, holding onto her hips as he does.
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